Any shred of humanity the Scarecrow still had was stripped away as the lumbering beast opened his eyes, a growl rumbling through his chest as he got to his feet. His body shook only a moment from lingering tension before settling into its new shape- his frame was so changed that his mind struggled to recall what he'd been doing, where he'd been going, or even what his name was.

That was when he heard his name, though he no longer recognized it, his mind clouded from the infection. He turned with surprising speed toward Scar, rising onto his hind legs and roaring, putting on a show of intimidation.

Not that he needed to be intimidating, however. The kalidah was a dangerous predator, vicious and unyielding; he had no fear, no compassion, no keen intellect to keep himself from attacking those he considered prey. Unable to remember the former strawman he used to be, the creature took a wild swing with its foreclaws, massive paws reaching to tear into Scar's chest.