"I WILL KILL HIM! I SWEAR I WILL KILL HIM!" Nathaniel shouted while the guards brought him outside of the fighting room. His face was red with anger, and his fists were clenched tightly. The guards tried to calm him down, but Nathaniel kept struggling and screaming. It was clear that he had lost control of his emotions and needed to be restrained for everyone's safety.
Martin, the healer, sighed; he had never seen something like this happen inside the Red Palace. Nathaniel had just been healed, and his arms reattached to him with no problem; however, his psychological state was a mess and needed medical attention as soon as possible.
"AAAAAAH, BRING HIM TO ME! BRING HIM TO MEEEE!" Nathaniel kept shouting.