Dynoz cackled as the creature manifest, dancing a slightly wobbly and mad jig he spun around, his daggers puncturing the trees around him,
 
[center][b]“Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of a bear.
Be he 'live, or be he dead,
Grind his bones to make my bread.”[/b][/center]

Dynoz twirled as his dagger slashed and stabbed at the trees again and again, working himself in a blood frenzy, his voice hoarse and his eyes wild, the rage was upon him.

[b]“Kill the bear down the lane and crunch and stomp the humans bones to dust, let the earth drink deep of the sweet nectar of the dead.”[/b]