Haru was enjoying himself. He was laughing madly as he raked his nails across the bits of zombie flesh, easily tearing it off. The arm of one zombie came off so easily in his hands and he used it as a weapon, beating back the others, nimbly dodging their attacks, only to come head to head with one of the spiders.

He was coated in blood, some of it his own but most of it from others. It was a combination of madness, general delight of fighting and pent up tension that needed released. Madness really was the best high; it was the closest to emulating the Fire Candy.

A few zombies went lunging toward him and he side-stepped, kicking them in the direction of the spider. Let them mangle each other. He's too busy having a laughing fit.