Soah charged into the thick of the forest, tearing bolts out of his skin with his clawed hand, blood spurting as he did so. Brushing past trees, breaking through foliage, and stomping across the sloped ground, Soah felt himself starting to ease back into his normal self. Blood layered his front half of his body. Soah, with one rip, tore his tunic off his chest, revealing his chest, and all the holes where the bolts had laid waste to his body, and threw it down on the ground. As he changed further and further into his human form, the wounds began to close, and 'heal' themselves. As Soah ran, his pace began to falter, as exhaustion began to set in. Devoid of tunic, his backpack, and only his cloak on now, Soah felt coldness setting in fairly fast. Soah collapsed next to a tree, wrapping his cloak around his body. Blood still coated Soah's hands, and face. As Soah examined the blood, he stared with a blank expression. The itch had definitely been taken care of, and he felt more relaxed at this point, but Soah wasn't happy with what he had done to take care of his thirst.