"I think many would share that sentiment," Soryk replied, feeling a surprising kinship with her words. "For some, fighting and wars are all they have. Take that from them and they would not know what to do with themselves. Yet on the same token, put them on the field and all they feel is the sensation."

Because it was a feeling he never forgot. Never one to really be on the front lines of battle, Soryk liked the rush of power he got when life was stripped. Not from him, of course, but others. And he could understand the adrenaline Ellistree must have obtained when steel clashed with steel, sparks were born, and tension filled the air.