Even now that Greta was speaking, and I could speak to myself at night, the walk was still boring. I grew tired of having to stay with Greta, but I knew it was dangerous for her to travel alone. Finally, one day after breakfast, I asked Greta, "Greta, how fast can you run?" A wide grin flashed on her face, and then she was gone.

The thrill of a good run was welcomed by my legs, and even though Greta was no where near as fast as me, she ran quickly enough that I was no longer bored. We made great time, and it wouldn't be longed before we got to Zaak's house. Our last night in the mountains, I noticed that Greta looked drained. She'd been running with the aid of her magic for four days, and her body was wearing down.

When we rounded the bend and saw the field behind part of Zaak's house, I knew something was wrong. A group of magic users was standing in front of Zaak, yelling loudly. As I approached, one of the wizards in the group turned and threw a fireball at Greta.
Warlocks don't have strong defensive spells anyway, and in her weakened state, Greta ended up taking most of the blast. Greta flew ten feet back and landed limply. I could feel that she was alive, but that didn't save any of the attackers.
"NO!!"

Death, Pain, and Misery all spoke as one. A shudder ran through my body, and I felt a burning heat spread through me.
For the first time since I was changed, I was angry.

One of the mages grew vines, trying to ensnare me. The slowed me as much as dead air. The two wizards and one of the other mages hit me with a wind-fire-lightning combonation attack. It slowed me some, but I used my wings to thrust forward and close the gap. In close combat, none were a match for me. I could lift 10,000 pounds with my arm outstretched, and curl the same amount, and I could increase those amounts if need be. My uppercut took the wizard's head clean off, ripping muscles and cracking bones as if they were tissue paper. There was a crack, and a large boulder appeared over me. Before it even had a chance to touch me, I grabbed the boulder and threw it, crushing one of the mages. The mage who tried to pin me with vines lept towards me, brandishing two earth daggers. I swept with my foot out, breaking the mages ankles and knocking him off his feet. Before he hit the ground I grabbed his head, and, twisting my upper body 180 degrees, smashed the mage's face into the magician's temple. They fell to the groung in a tangled heap. As I turned, the other wizard launched a fire-lightning attack. The blitzbolt, as it is called, streaked towards me, gaining speed as it went. Just before the blitzbolt hit me, I jerked to the side, deflecting the bolt. Caught off guard the last mage was killed instantly by the exploding blitzbolt. Realizing that he was all alone, the wizard tried to flee. But as he turned to run, I was already there. He stopped with a jerk, a look of pure terror in his eyes. As my punch hit his chest, the man's body didn't have enough time to overcome its own inertia. My fist went through his ribs, his sternum and a chunk of his spine falling out the other side. I could feel his heart stop beating.
As the heat bled away, my conciousness returned,, and I saw the seven men I had killed.

And yet Death was not happy.