Draiss was loving every second of the fighting. He hadn't felt so alive in ages, the song of battle magic in his ears, the rush of battle madness, it was intoxicating. The harder they fought, the higher his battle spirit rose, making him fight them even harder. The lich he tore apart with his mace, not even bothering to use magic on these weaklings, his taint's power more than enough to shred them physically. He pushed ever deeper, determined to destroy that which lay before him, enjoying himself immensely. Jashah would be horrified, he suspected, if not unconscious from the state of his mind, and his companions likely as well. His equipment was much better, and he had to admit, as he finally broke into the last half of the 300's on the fourth attempt, that he was looking forward to the so called 'bonus bosses' creatures with the power of a 'big boss' for a hundred levels, but with minions, terrain in their favor, and fully outfitted to deal with whatever stumbled into their lairs. It was going to be one hell of a show.