Taas can smell burned hair and flesh, and he's not even aware it's mostly his own. All that mattered was to challenge this beast before him and making sure it didn't go for anyone without huge stabby weapons and armor.

All the training he had done recently was all for this - to keep his mind even while full of battlelust and the need to rage. Taashath can feel the sweet desire to let go, to break apart the world into only red and black - enemies and him. He can't allow that.

Fighting side by side with Oghren helps a little. They have similar battle styles, height aside, and it reminds him just a little of fighting in his karataam. He could do this.

"Ashkost kata!" He roars, snarling at the dragon as if he wanted to speak her language. Taas takes a swing, aiming his maul at a wing to try to cripple the beast from flying off.