The trouble is that the survivors forget about the horrors and remember only the battle lust.

He'd become a warrior bereft of the battle lust which sustained men at arms.

But now there was a blazing battle lust in her eyes.

He dropped the borrowed blade, sheathed his own, the battle lust leaving him completely.

If so, his battle lust burned away the tears before they could shame him.

Inside him he could feel the battle lust starting to build.

Once out of that forest, the men went mad with battle lust.

Even besotted as he was by battle lust, Blade heard and understood.

Again, the battle lust rose, and she welcomed it.

But the Lorcan wasn't listening to reason, only to the battle lust in his adrenaline.