Levin jumped as the female silencer's finger made contact with his shoulder. He turned around, quickly swiping his knife in her direction. He then backed up once again to space himself from the other silencer. He was now sandwiched in between the two, but the situation did nothing to strike fear in him nor quell his rage. It only sent him barreling over the edge of the very minuscule amount of sanity left in his being, the only thing preventing him from lashing out in anger.<br/><br/>"You're against me! You're all against me! You all have to die, you all have to die!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.<br/><br/>As his ranting finished, the knife held in his hand went to slice the wrist on the opposing arm. He did not wish to give them any time to "Reason" with him, as it was all futile. He just wanted them dead, he wanted all of them dead. The demon within him drew from his vengeful lust, and only wished to fuel it. Ymir only cared for ceaseless bloodshed, and would exhaust the lives of his hosts to the fullest to further this desire. The blood ran down the arm of the crazed psychopath as he emitted a maniacal cackle that persisted for quite some time. He waited to see if the two attempted to flee or strike. Both were favorable to him; chasing a helpless target is always an enjoyable way to kill someone, and getting hit would only make the situation worse for them.