Fatigued
The dopey aroma of iron hung densely in the air. The scent was so thick it could make someone's nose feel numb, like when you bite down on your tongue too hard while trying to taste something sweet, but it turned bitter instead from the pain.
Ethoss flickered his tongue. He could taste it, literally.
Ethoss lifted his legs and claws, moving to the side away from the decimated corpse of the hyena leader.
He had used his claws to quite frankly dig into the stomach of the monster - ripping and tearing through random organs in the process. Ethoss had ripped so deep into the hyena that he'd torn even through the monster's back - and had started digging into the dirt that laid underneath its body.
This created the image of a large hyena that had a massive hole in its body, with only small lumps of flesh holding its upper half and lower half together.
It was a gruesome and gorey scene - another ordinary day for Ethoss.