95 Kill

Daneel could feel that a state that was very similar to that which had led to the massacre on Graiton was coming over him, but he had not the strength or even the need to keep it at bay. It was also different, in a few ways, as he now had control of his own mind instead of completely being swept away, and because all that he wanted matched with what his fury wished to see happen, he just let it flow freely and completely let himself be entombed in a cocoon of rage that kept building with each second that passed.

In just a few seconds, he saw the startled face of the barkeep who seemed to have just finished coiling up the string tying the mace to a bone handle in his hand. He had even turned away, about to run in just a fraction of a second, but perhaps after hearing Daneel had slowed. Daneel had made no effort, whatsoever, to hide, so the barkeep had no option but to turn to deal with the threat so that he wouldn't be stabbed in his back as when tried to run.