There were screams. Screams and blood. Blood and flesh. Flesh and pain. Pain and screams. Round and round and round it circled, always coming back to the same place. The more damage he inflicted, the more damage he received, one feeding into another until he knew that it would never end. Circling, twirling, until the end of time—
There was a roar.
It was glorious.
It reminded him of the panthers he loved so. Creatures of teeth and passion. Animals of claws and blood. He opened his mouth and returned the roar, letting loose the emotions that welled up in his heart. The feelings rolled over those around him, and bodies that had been on the floor moaning began to pull themselves up with new purpose, eyes glazed with the same fire that fueled him.
He laughed and they laughed. He roared and they roared. He sank his teeth into the nearest bit of flesh to release more blood, and they did the same. Round and round and round. Until the end of time.