"I know that smell" Baz growls suddenly, sniffing the air. "Blood Cult." His voice has, as it does when he gets angry, lost its Highland accent, replacing it with a rough growl, that of cold fury. "Buch of sadistic psychopaths the lot of 'em. They live to kill and cause mayhem and carnage. They worship some kinda god or other and..." He growls, as Jania begins to work herself up into berzerker rage. It's quite strange to hear and see her, a low, almost subharmonic growl escape her.<br/><br/>It's a growl specifically designed by nature to make almost all sentient beings feel scared- or, if she's on your side, reassured. At the same time, she begins gnashing her teeth and tensing her fingers, stamping all four feet. She foams slightly at the mouth, constantly adjusting her grip on her axes. "Gonna kill 'em" she mutters. "Gonna cut 'em down gonna eat 'em up... gonna kill 'em all...."