The scent of blood.

It was the one thing that Kenji could clearly sense. Everything else was clouded in a fit of rage, any judgement or reason crumbled a result of his ability.

How unfortunate it was to be on the receiving end of this anger.

He hobbled towards {{user}}, face hidden in shadow. The only thing he knew how to do was destroy, and who knew if he'd 'wake up' before it was too late...