Dasken sent a warning shockwave out from his body, so hot that it fused some of the dirt and rocks on the round loosely. His face was still blank, but now he looked up at Shawn ever so slowly. His body still as a statue, save his head and neck. Then, without warning, Dasken’s eyes shot wide open, and insanity sparkled within. His neutral mouth had turned into a cheshire grin in a matter of moments, and he said no words. He just laughed.
The laugh was utterly unnerving; his voice got high-pitched and scratchy, and he kept getting louder and louder. He didn’t move his body, and his lungs were barely visible, inhaling and exhaling with his laughter. Then, he did something utterly unexpected.
He lifted his left arm, then bit down onto his wrist until he heard something pop. He laughed even harder, teeth stained with blood and eyes shining now with insane bloodlust. He laughed even harder than ever, and he began shaking. The blood on his limp wrist oozed out in a steady, red flow while he turned around and cracked his back by twisting in one direction, then the other. He then showed off further his flexibility by leaning back with straight legs into an almost-90-degree arc. Throughout all of this, he still laughed.
Then, all at once, he stopped.
He stood, back hunched and eyes dull yet again, staring directly at Shawn. He didn’t blink for a solid 45 seconds.