He was in pain, that much was evident. It was hard to focus, every time he tried to regain composure and see just where this man was he felt another strike of his fist, or a kick attack him and render him useless once again. Amakusa felt pain from every hit, and the way he was using the darkness was beyond painful, he was able to literally use it as a weapon, as anything he desired. It was a claw at one point, ripping his coat and the front of his clothes- exposing some flesh and even more red seeping out and spilling all over the floor. Amakusa managed to block a hit, and then threw a punch- actually hitting Battler.

It was a quick and meaningless victory, since after that Battler went at him again. Amakusa felt a knee to his gut, and he was down. He was on the ground, and Battler was kicking him over and over again.

The two men both heard Ange screaming, and Amakusa felt like worthless furniture for not being able to defeat him. Battler on the other hand... he stopped. He removed his foot from the other man, and then turned to look back to look at her. He had Amakusa's blood all over him, and he could hear the man on the ground panting.

"....What? I'll stop if you'll... cooperate with me for once. No more running away or trying to hit me, my dear sister."