Pike, on the other hand, hadn't noticed the gore covering his clothes. It just didn't register quite like it used to. It would later, when he allowed himself a moment to think, but if there was one thing he wasn't doing much of right now, it was thinking. This was a release. He'd been cooped up, forced to bottle up his rage at the situation both to protect those he cared about from any potential wrath from the manager and to keep from going batshit and slaughtering the guests, and now, finally, there was something here that he could kill.
If he saved some people at the same time, hey that was great.
He heard the thump and spun, bringing his sword up in a defensive posture while reaching for one of the guns with his free hand. He stopped himself when he noticed the big wolf. It wasn't Leah, but the fact that it seemed to ignore him and go off to wash itself meant that it was probably one of her friends. Pike relaxed, letting the sword fall back to his side and his hand drop away from the gun. "Gotta get you a bell or something, chief," he joked, feeling at ease among all the death.
Which probably said some very negative things about him as a person, really.