Al'Hazier wasn't sure what he had done - he just knew he wanted to do it. All his ears were filled with was his own personal desires. Nothing else was visible to him. Nothing else mattered.
Part of him felt something on his back, and a hard object go against the back of his head, but it didn't seem to matter to him one way or the other. All he wanted was to keep his hands squeezed around the annoyance that pulled him from his work.
It wasn't until a barrage of attacks were put on him that he snapped out of his singular task, and turned over his shoulder to strike whatever it was that had pummeled on him with strength.
What the fuck? Why was he being attacked? It was like his eyes stopped seeing the truth, and only saw what he wanted, for instead of seeing Evyra there, he saw a blur of darkness and two orbs of green lost in the haze that was his rage.
