Lose himself...? He felt like he was already lost. He glanced around at the bodies that laid before him, and he was breathing heavily even still. His claws twitched, and he felt like he wanted more. He needed more- he wanted to rip up even more people, taste even more of their blood.... he couldn't help this thirst that was coursing through him.

He heard something though, and it sounded like Ange, like his master. Why was she here again...? He could hardly think, his head was pounding so hard- he felt like if he didn't tear up more people then he would just explode. He turned to look at her, blood dripping from his mouth, practically his entire body was drenched with the crimson liquid. He snarled at her too, sauntering over to her with a stare that only spelled death.

Amakusa began to crave her blood, he felt as though he had to have it. When he was over to her, he reared his head back, howling. Once that was done, he went down on all fours again, moving closer to her- coming over top of her directly. He was hovering over her, looking down at her with complete want, and this lust was different from Battler's, it was just out for blood. He growled at her again, and the blood that was coating his body was dripping down from him- covering her white blouse in that color, even more blood went to her face as well.

Then he brought his claw up and above her, looking like he was about to slash at the girl beneath him.