The figure could not seem to move fast enough to escape the charging slayer. He took the hit full on, and fell to the forest floor, momentarily stunned. He recovered quickly, however, and blurred into incredibly fast motion. Leaping up, he kicked into a leap so hard that he soared across the clearing to the opposite end.<br/><br/>When he landed, he gave a gleeful, wicked laugh, and spoke aloud, "Then it begins. Let us dance, you and I. It is long since I toyed with such a meager opponent. I shall enjoy tormenting you with your imminent defeat."<br/><br/>At the same time that the figure leaped into the air, a strange sound began to play through the clearing. It was a voice, but strangely different. It wasn't heard so much as felt, coming from all directions at once, though the meaning was as clear as speech. This voice spoke directly to the slayer, whispering savagely.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Such rage. Such... delicious... rage. This is the true power of your people. Use it! Seize it and deliver payment to this monster!! Drink up the power and strength that now courses through you. Let it thrill you. Let it please you. MAKE IT SERVE YOU!! This is the moment you will become a true warrior. Draw on your power and training. You know what to do now. So do it! Kill the beast and claim your prize! Save his victim! Take his power. It is yours by right. Claim what is yours. Take him now!!</span>