It might not have been able to recognize the blood lust in his eyes, but even the beast could tell that Hydra was fighting much differently. His fanged smiles didn't waver as the beast's teeth sunk into his left arm, his central head actually laughing out loud as the other eight went right for the beast's throat and neck with their fangs. His hand and foot claws continued to rip into the beast's back, unhindered by the resiliance of the creature, and the tail coiled around and thrust it's venomous stinger at the beast's stomach.