She had long since stopped thinking about anything other than how perfect it felt to see him covered in blood and the tattered remains of his uniform. Her teeth marks were scattered among the melee, and her face and arms were covered with his blood. The best thing of all was hearing those soft whimpers, seeing the struggle for respiration. She wasn't sure how much more he could take, and she pressed her blades against him more shallowly, just enough to break skin. She wouldn't be able to stand it if he passed out now. Finally seeing him lose the ability to speak sent a victorious shudder through her, and she leaned to tear at his ear with her teeth and then murmur against it. "Speechless, are we?" The movement brought her almost on top of him, and she gave in to the urge to press her body roughly against his, wanting to contact as many wounds as she could simultaneously. The feel of his torn body against her prompted a soft moan.