Nothing seemed clear to me, all I could do was run, and run, and run. And I didn't stop until the flaming guard tower was in front of me. There were werewolves, humans and elves fighting, but joining them were also Nagas and even dwarves. Anyone who had anything to do or supported the guards were out here, fighting and trying to defend a system that just took people who were important away from me. I was angry, I was hurt, and I wanted them to feel my pain.
I pushed my emotions out of my body, I was not in the right mind for finesse or skills or soul energy. I couldn't think, and what was left inside of me was a cold emptiness that reached out to the bottom of my soul. There was no emotions inside of me, only a very strong desire to kill. I jumped into the fray, dragging a fully transformed werewolf by it's tail, and pulled it over my head, slamming it's canine form on the ground.
