The dead, burning eyes fixate on Draiss, at the incredible cry, slowing, but not stopping completely.<br/><br/>"This... this is my sword."<br/><br/>For a moment, a slight bit of sanity, seems to break through; the words are said calmly, in the same tone Bolvar would have used, all those years ago. "My sword... before I died. I died, and yet can't die, won't let me die. Die a hundred, a thousand times, but the burning, the pain, never stops. It burns me, the sword, the body, everything, it burns oh it burns so bad i can't make it stop I can't make it stop I can't make it stop KILLING YOU WILL MAKE IT STOP!" In a blink, he lunges at Draiss, moving impossibly fast, hurtling past him, the sword attempting to decapitate him.