Though the Sturmbeest’s charge retained a ferocious madness, with every passing black shadows, arcs of mournful blood trails splashed into the air. As it dashed onwards with great intensity, all sounds were drowned out; a silence enhancing the dismal solemness of the moment.
After charging forth for barely 50 metres, mangled flesh and blood drenched the Sturmbeest’s physique; every minute movement revealed another round of peeling flesh, another splintering of bones……....however, not a single harrowing cry came out from the Sturmbeest. It remained steadfast in its crestfallen charge; all because the moment it started accelerating in this direction, it had been instilled with this belief:
“You must charge forward!”
“Fight for Mother Nature Eywa!”
