The battle raged around him as he looked into the jaws of the Thresher Maw. Acid spit flew and the screams of dying creatures inflamed the battle rage inside him.
The tank hadn't prepared him for this but the ways of his people were burned into his very DNA. He was made for this. He was created for fire and fury, for rage and death. The maw screamed as it died. He'd won and in the eyes of his kind, he was a man.
Gun in hand, he roared his challenge for all to see. "I am Krogan!"
