Unfortunately, he was not labouring under normal circumstances.
Not when dogged by the screams he could hear even after he'd woken from rest and recharge ...
Without so much as a pause, he'd teleported within a block of the Hunters' VC lair; then stalked the rest of the way in a red haze, hands bloody. Stalked right up the front steps until he'd reached the very door, then scrawled a singled word across the mocking barrier in blood and fluid.
Half-strangled on his anger, he spit once -- nearly frothing -- and turned to stalk stiff-legged away.