Devin turned in time to see Hark blast the crazy where he stood. *Damn lad, how did you miss that?* He went over to check on her, to make sure she wasn't hurt. "Sorry lass, I guess I just..... Watch out." He bolted up and tackled another crazy as he charged the group. Without thinking he began hammering punched into the persons face. each blow finding home and drawing more blood from his attacker. Devin almost blacked out, lost in a state of rage until he heard to crack of bone. When he looked down, his foe was motionless. He stood up slowly, his face and right hand covered in blood.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry lads, I couldn't stop myself." He ripped a piece of the crazies shirt and began whipping himself down. "Maybe you two would do better off without me. Seems I do nothin but attract violence no matter where I go." He dropped the bloody cloth and turned, a look of despair on his face as he started to walk away.