Osiris got up and walked slowly outside, scythe in hand. Once he got out side and saw the incoming enemy forces, excitement washed away the sadness he felt moments ago. His mask was back on, the piercing purple eyes glaring at the various forces in front. The armor exploded with dark energy, a loud, bellowing howl coming from Osiris, and then he vanished. Osi blinked all throughout the battlefield, turning anyone near, friend or foe, into masses of mangled bones and carved flesh. The battlecries from the enemy on the wraith's front turned into screams of terror. This was a true demon, given flesh. The incarnation of bloodlust and adrenaline. The scythe wasn't even being used anymore, his weapon instead being the dark energy from his suit and his bare hands. By the time Osi finally got around to a different part of the battle, blood and viscera covered his body. His armor was broken in a few places, but his mask was shattered, a few of the shards lodged within his right eye. These went unnoticed, the horrid cackle the only thing coming from him before he charged into another group of enemies, his rampage beginning anew.