He didn't hear her, Amakusa didn't hear anything else around him besides the sound of flesh being torn into as he bit down even harder on the man's shoulder. Battler cried out in pain, and he made an attempt to punch Amakusa in the gut- but he was too strong now, that was barely anything to him. He was driven by a thirst for blood, and this hunger couldn't be satisfied unless he ripped this man to shred's. He turned with Battler in his mouth- and tossed him. Battler flew to the other side of the room, like he was nothing more than a toy to Amakusa now. The wolf growled at him again, snarling- and he ran up to the man in purple.

"W..what the hell...?! I wasn't told about this-! Heh...heheyhahaa... aah..." he laughed bitterly to himself as he tried to stand, seeing that monster coming towards him again.

Amakusa swiped at him, and he hit his stomach, his claws tearing through his flesh easily. Battler's entrails had spilled out of him, and were now all over the floor. Amakusa didn't even know if Ange could see this, but he didn't care- he was too set on wanting to kill this man. There was blood everywhere, a mixture of his own and Battler's as he went towards him, jumping on top of him and he soon bit down on him again, tearing at his neck. He ripped out his neck, clawed at his body- and soon the man didn't even have a head. Amakusa had devoured bits and pieces of his flesh, tossing it aside. After that was over with, he growled yet again, staring at the pile of meat underneath him.

The wolf turned, and he could barely even be called Amakusa anymore- he was purely out for blood. He was looking past Ange, at the goats behind her, but it could have been seen as looking at her. He ran again, and he went right past her, going for the goats. In a matter of seconds he had jumped on them, tore them apart, and chomped down. They weren't a match for him. This is why Amakusa was always so hesitant to transform into this creature, he was afraid if he ever tasted blood he would lose it. Right now, that was evident.