Aksai and the glowy belt Rage. It is so easy to give into it. To scream and howl at the world, look for prey and smash them in search for release. It is less easy to do so when you notice that your belt has been severed by flames. It is quite a lot less bad-ass when the howling barbarian is charging his enemies with his pants around his ankles. Aksai was still sprinting though, his bellows only mildly muted by the predicament, when he wrenched open yet another door on the stupid ship, trying to find something to sink his fists into. The room beyond seemed to be bunkroom, or an armory, of sorts. There were suits of armor with black spikes protruding from them, white bone-like mails with fish-head helmets and many a rack of spiky guns and swords. The warrior looked at this with a sneer "So easy to cut self on edge. Stupid." he mumbled, and his eyes widened as he spotted what lay on a table near the end of the room: A belt! Granted it was fancier than what he was used to, but beggars can't be choosers. He quickly donned the glowy belt, taking care to string all of his charms and medals onto the new fancy belt, and nodded. "What?" the warrior asked of Fell, who was looking at Aksai curiously from the doorway as he stepped back. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. "RRAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!" The hunt continues, with less stumbling about!
