Angered beyond all words, you leap at the woman, slamming her over backwards and once on the floor you take hold her head and slamming, beat it against the hard tile floor.
"I hate you, your evil, and the worst being I ever met," you say as you take out your deep seeded feelings of personal horror.
The woman can say little, her head slammed hard by your increased animalistic strength then is split open and out rushes thick, dark colored blood.
Hate led to murder, and all the excitement has begun in you the finalization of animalistic phasing, the satyr you are is soon the nanny goat you shall be until you die as would an animal.