Octane had enough energy to laugh regarding knowing her. Sure did. Elektra was on one of her trips seeking out a disaster of an ending, regardless it was her ending up dead or just solving what ever pent up frustrations she had. She just went at life full bore and was very loose with it. So them having what they had in front of them, there was something blissful about the vampires and werewolves coming at them as a joint effort.
There was something freeing that he was able to fight so unhinged. Sure he didn't take pleasure in killing or harming others, but the life or death battle. It was simply a pure unadulterated exhilarating feeling. It was like nothing else as he spun about dodging white drooling fangs of wolves, or strength of vampires. Saving the bullets for the right targets, he made sure the shots counted with the wolves- while also making sure he followed the rules of engagement on the vampires that came close. Staked to the chest.
Alternatively, the pair fought with trust in each other, and it was ironic at best. Considering how Elektra left them with her betrayal, he made no effort to leave her behind or alternatively harm her. Taking moments to slide in to finish a kill that she started and then seeing her watch his back and take down those that were yet to be finished at his hand.
The bodies were stacking up, and in the briefest of moments Octane exchanged the empty mag from his pistol to the other had on him. The odds were stacking up. "Y'know... I get all this." He gestured at the carnage he made. Taking a push broom that was left out by a shop door he snapped the head off to give himself something that resembled a pointed bo staff. "It's absolutely the best adrenaline rush." And then back into the fray, he spun the makeshift staff with a spin flair before shooting a werewolf in the face.
"Honestly, this is on par with the death games I participate in back where I'm from." He hopped a couple times as he ran in place to really keep himself running hot.