Takal stands still as the hobgoblin breaths his dying breath. He sighs. He looks at his body covered in blood from numerous teeth digging into his flesh, but as he gazes upon his wounds, he feels a wave of replenishment wash over him. He takes a deep breath and feels a new surge of power flow through him, as though he just grew not only as a person, but as a martial artist.<br/><br/>He had bested a predator in combat, however he had not walked away unscathed, there was still much training to do.<br/><br/>But, still... He feels faster, stronger. He does a full (and newly improved) flurry of blows at the air. Hook, jab, roundhouse kick and straight.<br/><br/>He comes to a resting position once again, and surveys the battlefield. As he expected all the enemies had been dispatched.<br/><br/>He spots the centaur stuffing his face with the last worg.<br/><br/>He marches over to him.<br/><br/>"What the hell are you doing?" He asks sternly.