Braius dimly noticed through his rage that the scraeth he was eviscerating was dead, and all of the others were either fleeing or in a similar state. He stood up from the filthy work, calming down as he realized the battle was over. He looked about and located his companions gathering a short distance away. "That was fun," he said cheerily as he strolled up, still coated in gore and bits of scraeth shell. "You all looked quite spectacular out there," he said, with a gracious nod to Eleriese. Abruptly, an expression of pain came over his face. "Does anyone else. . . feel a bit woozy?" The large man, after asking this, tilted over and thumped to the ground.