Party One: Siana/Jareth/Rictor/Amos
The perk of his class was control in the Berserk state. His former mentor, back before everything had gone to fucking hell and he'd been forced to flee, had made absolutely certain that he knew how to handle the state, to ensure that he could distinguish friend from foe. So it was because of that - and only that, if he were honest, because the people down here with him meant little to him - that his ax bit into the flesh of rats and steeling rather than into the armor of the holy knight or the skin of Banes' and Luscini's necks.
If he just breathed long enough....
The red at the edge of his vision began to ebb, and the hypersensitivity to the dimly lit sewers faded into near darkness. Berserk was abating. He knocked a few more rats and steeling out, closing his eyes and trusting his instinct. The vision difference would be jarring if he kept his eyes open and focused. Better to close them and adjust to the dark and readjust to the light rather than watch as all the light faded from his sight.