"You mad woman!" Kensaki shouted. "Let me kill him! I will cut this piece of trash! I'll cut him, I'll cut him to pieces!" he screamed. The warden was so conveniently at his hand... Even though the effects of adrenaline that rushed to his veins during the fight were quickly waning, his own maddened lust for blood was keeping him on his feet. A part of his mind recorded the pain in his body, how tired he was, but the rest wanted nothing but to see and smell this man's blood, to see it rushing out of that body.<br/><br/>"I'll rip you apart, you piece of worthless trash!" his screaming intensified as he lunged forth with one arm outstretched before him, his fingertips quickly donning claws of crimson blood that streamed from his hand. He'd cut his eyes out. He'd stab him in the neck. He'd...<br/><br/>Suddenly, he broke into a crazed laughter. A better way to do this all existed...<br/><br/>The blood was absorbed again, but his hand remained where it was before. Kensaki made a step towards Jack. The madness seemed to temporarily cool down - once again, his eyes were devoid of emotions, and incredibly cold.<br/><br/>He could feel the man's blood, pumped by his heart. That would be the perfect tool... He'd make it rise and suffocate him, or cut it up from the inside...<br/><br/>For the start, he concentrated on the thinnest veins, right underneath the skin. He could feel the blood, and as his fist clenched, he passed his own strength into making it burst straight out of the man's skin, to shred it to pieces.<br/><br/>Maybe it wasn't such a good idea... He stumbled, and his hand sank down, the already pale face growing even more deathly white. Gasping for his breath, his own body betrayed him, collapsing onto the ground. He could only distantly feel his head hitting the ground, and then, everything went black.<br/><br/>Bending other people's blood was more difficult than it seemed...