Guts picks up on this while looking down at tense movement in Loken's hand. He's not exactly a stranger to mid-battle bloodlust, but the Berserker armor forces him to be more tempered.

He occupies himself reloading his cannon arm, figuring Loken just needed a moment to gather his senses. It's all very archaic with its powder and roundshot, but sometimes a thing that has a big explosion is all that's needed to melt off a demon's face.

"Somethin' ain't right about these monsters."

A little dirt gets kicked over the last of the writhing worms as they evaporate.