Okami would snap out of his hallucination as he shook his head lightly and growled low "No soul what good are you to me then!?"  He said as he did an about face and went to slash at the angel being with his sword once more.<br/><br/><br/>He was not in a good mood at all as these two interlopers one offering him help, the other just offering advice have systematically thrown him off his killing spree.  He would snarl low in his throat as he took his hand drawing it across the open wound and splashing his fingertips with blood as he hurled the splash of crimson vitae towards the flying being.  The splash would take shape and form into daggers through blood magic as Okami had heard enough to know he was wasting his time fighting here.