The vague realisation that He was the one whose sword was doing the hacking, like a supreme warrior.

The thugs were an ominous band of dacoits who lived in fringe tribes, whose official vocation was to attack and rob hapless travellers of all their belongings, often after mercilessly killing them.
Rudra sighted the nearest thug, and instantly found Himself flying through the air at him. In one deft movement, He had relieved the surprised assailant of his sword. With another simultaneous action, He struck a lethal blow to a thug on His left and in the backward motion, severed the head of the one on His right.
Two more thugs, who now charged at Him, were easily stabbed with the menacing saber, which was oozing blood as if it was coming from within. At this point, the whole bunch of thugs left everything else to attack Rudra.
Rudra was swift in response. His entire body moved with one great synchronicity. He did not know what came over Him.
He was not thinking and doing things; He became the doing.
All He could see were the bodies of the thugs flying, hacked into pieces, one by one, without any resistance whatsoever. And the vague realisation that He was the one whose sword was doing the hacking, like a supreme warrior.