Book 1 - Part 65: Giant Strength and Battle Frenzy
Jack stood panting over his opponent, who lay defeated on the ground at his feet. Jack held the rod triumphantly in one hand. The brute didn't stir. His electro-mace was no more. Jack had knocked it away out of annoyance at it's continuous zapping and it had shattered as it hit the far wall. Even disarmed and knocked down by the force of Jack's explosive attack, the brute wasn't dead, only momentarily incapacitated. Jack would have marveled at the Nagrak's resiliency, had he not currently been so blinded by his hatred of them.
Jack stood for a moment, trying to regain the strength he had expended in his furious onslaught. He tried to clear his head. At the moment, he found this hard to do. He knew there was something he should be doing, but his brain was still clouded by the remnants of his overwhelming anger. It was strange to him. He felt like he had almost been possessed by the anger - possessed by the desire to kill this Nagrak, and, if possible, all Nagrak everywhere. He didn't like how he felt. The Nagrak were by no means undeserving of retribution, but Jack knew revenge wasn't a healthy emotion. He didn't desire their blood, only what they had stolen from him. What was worse was the inkling that he had felt this way before, maybe many times - overcome with anger to the point of bloodshed, but he couldn't recall when. He really didn't want to, either. He just wanted the emotion to pass. So he stood over the brute, and lowered his weapon. After a moment or two, the spell passed.
