Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-30488984-20170912073457

Karliel grunts and winces in pain but the drugs and chemicals pouring into his body begin to reawaken the fury bound in his body. He goes back to the scene of the carnage before, remembering now what happened within the city and recalling the battle cry Ceras let out which triggered Karliel's berserk state. He struggles to hold back to memories again as he clenches his teeth and shuts his eye. After a short while, he is able to push back the memories but his rage is held at bay by just a knife's edge. He darts his head to the direction of Ceras but then looks over at Orion, practically hyper-ventalating.

"Lord, Ceras is a loyalist! He fights in the name of the Anathema, he cannot be trusted!"

Karliel looks around the room, partly struggling in his restraints as the renewed energy and adrenaline begin to make him want to start killing once again. The Butcher's nails' bite is beginning to dig in again at the thought of killing the loyalist astartes. As time progresses he begins to get more restless and struggle more and more even with his nerves screaming in pain with every movement. There is a sort of solace in the pain, giving some kind of comfort but not enough like his butchery in the city.