Any Zarethian would find themselves somehow stronger, angrier, and would have the will to fight to the bitter end. They wouldn't stop fighting until they were dead, not even when they were fatally wounded would they stop. Such was the power of War, of conflict and the emotions behind it. "FIGHT UNTIL THEY'RE DEAD, OR YOU ARE! NO SURRENDER! NO RETREAT! NO PRISONERS!" War shouted as the inferno moved with the will of a living being, consuming Negi after Negi.