Their fear is wise.
Weapons are for the weak.
Feral instinct guides our fist.
We will make use of their pelts.
Their death will only feed our rage.
Without hesitation.
Whooouuu-
Whoooaaaah-
Ooooahh-
OOAHhh-
Haaaa!
Hooo!!
Hu!!!!
Hou!!!
Harrrr!!!
KARRR!
Tchiou!!!
Hurr!
SHCHU!
Ho! Ha! Hu!
If PETA asks - this fur is fake.
Ha ha ha ha.
Mwahahaha.
Mwahahahahaha.
Do not deny your instincts, summoner.
That is our path.
We will not pity the defensless.
Our instincts are razor sharp.
Our rage is beyond your control.
We do not know pity; even for you.