If you looked at Krieg now, you'd think that he was out of his mind. He isn't responsive in the least, trained his unfocused eyes in the direction that Ivan was dragged in. It's not until the shamisen player is returned to the fold that Krieg stands slowly, cackling to himself lowly as he pries the bass drum off of his set and drags it to the elevator doors.
His mind is full of bloodlust, fleeting fantasies of all the awful things he would do to Juno if he got his hands around her; all he has to do is to get to her and then he could feel the thrill of the kill once again. Krieg slams the bass drum against the elevator doors, denting the drum body and it rolls away ineffectively. Undeterred, he tries to pry his fingers between the crack of the doors, attempting to pry them apart with strength alone. It's fruitless, even though the muscles in his back visibly strain against the doors as he roars loudly enough to reverberate through the whole basement.
Eventually he goes back to repeatedly slamming the bass drum against the doors before angrily throwing it aside--hopefully you're not standing in the way when it flies by. Krieg presses his forehead against the door, undeterred, screaming, as if Juno was standing directly on the other side.
"I'LL TEAR YOUR RIBCAGE OPEN AND MAKE YOU WATCH AS I SUCK THE BLOOD THROUGH YOUR PULMONARY ARTERY! SQUEEZE YOUR LUNGS WITH MY FINGERS, YOUR TRACHEA WILL MAKE THE MOST DELIGHTFUL WHISTLE!"
Krieg, cw for graphic descriptions of violence
His mind is full of bloodlust, fleeting fantasies of all the awful things he would do to Juno if he got his hands around her; all he has to do is to get to her and then he could feel the thrill of the kill once again. Krieg slams the bass drum against the elevator doors, denting the drum body and it rolls away ineffectively. Undeterred, he tries to pry his fingers between the crack of the doors, attempting to pry them apart with strength alone. It's fruitless, even though the muscles in his back visibly strain against the doors as he roars loudly enough to reverberate through the whole basement.
Eventually he goes back to repeatedly slamming the bass drum against the doors before angrily throwing it aside--hopefully you're not standing in the way when it flies by. Krieg presses his forehead against the door, undeterred, screaming, as if Juno was standing directly on the other side.
"I'LL TEAR YOUR RIBCAGE OPEN AND MAKE YOU WATCH AS I SUCK THE BLOOD THROUGH YOUR PULMONARY ARTERY! SQUEEZE YOUR LUNGS WITH MY FINGERS, YOUR TRACHEA WILL MAKE THE MOST DELIGHTFUL WHISTLE!"