His arms were shifting into the shape of a huge scythes, the sound of shing as he brought them in front of him, eyes narrowed and growling like an animal again. He didn't remember anything, how was he supposed to know this!? And he was doing a good thing -- a good thing for himself, cutting people open! He was not a monster!
"Stop fuckin' callin' me that!!!"
A shriek now, bloodcurdling and then he was dashing forward, blades dragging on the ground and making the most terrible nails-against-wall sound, before slashing forward with amazing precision, gnashing his teeth with an expression that couldn't possibly be human.