He was armored again, marching with that confidant swagger, his heart beating in unison with all of those around him. They raised their axes and cleaved intruders with that same clockwork ecstacy. Their eyes shone with his murderous intent, and every cell of their beings thrilled under his gaze. "'Ee is our blood an' flesh!" Jaduzen cried We shall rend the flesh of his enemies then! the chorus responded. "We are 'is fangs 'an claws!" He cried again, axe held high. Where his ire falls, we shall descend and tear! "His will is ours!" For we are his!