Glaudio moved slowly towards the group of revenants, curious about the green thing initially, holding the hunger in check with some difficulty as his booted feet crunched across the ground. He wasn't trying to be particularly subtle about it as he guessed that they would only attack him if he attacked first, clamping his left fist tightly around the knife and his right held the heavy axe like blade in a death grip.
His body shook as he tried to hold in the hunger as it burned brighter the closer he got to the dead, he could smell the blood on them, their dead veins would provide the release he needed. He had been tempted to attack the living he'd seen earlier but he had resisted, forcing the bloodlust away from them, forcing himself to keep moving away from them.
He made it to about ten yards from them before his defenses broke, with a barbaric howl he began to run, stiff joints propelling him forward at a loping run. Mind gloriously blank filled only with the joy of the fight.
OOC- sorry for inactivity, and unoriginality but feeling a bit rough.