I don't need to see the blood: I can taste the copper in the air.
I don't need to see the fire: it lashes at my skin and leaves red welts.
I don't need to hear the screams: the eyes of the dead scream in silence.
What I need is to be back with my people, and there's one man and his army in my way. He sees me, his grin spreading from cheek to cheek as he closes in for the kill.
But he doesn't know what I'm truly capable of.
No matter what happens next, none of us will be the same again!