Gauli flung himself at the Kobold again, swinging his axe at the blur his teary eyes saw as the closest thing to a demon. His world was a mishmash of colors and clarity. Blood ran down his throat, soaking clothes, armor and hair and giving him a feral quality that shone in his eyes.
With a ferocious roar he soaked up the tremor as his weapon pushed through the Kobold. "I will not die today!"
He bellowed. "I will not die! Scream and burn in Baator you filthy dirt-grubber! Die!
His eyes bulged out of his face with every word. He shivered as the wind hit him and caressed his tingling skin. Gauli didn't have the presence of mind to wonder of his body was playing tricks on him.