Nervous twitches began to manifest at the Skeleton's right hand as the scrap-clad goblin began what seemed to be an introductory monologue. His rage was growing hotter and hotter by the second, partly from the goblin's voice, which the Skeleton deemed extremely vexing, and partly by it's attitude. Then, it happened. The tinker asked for the Skeleton's name. Perhaps this was a sort of mental tripwire for the reanimated barbarian, since his silent, simmering fury turned into an all-out psychotic frenzy. Clutching his knuckle dusters with excessive force, he began walking at an increasingly fast pace towards Bob, screaming in a barely coherent manner:

 [b]"NAME?! NAME?! [i]NAME?![/i]"[/b]

 Whatever unnameable force surrounded the skeleton began to react along with his mental state. It flared up, swirled and coalesced around his bony form, producing an effect that would surely be highly noticeable to any spiritually-attuned creatures that happened to be around. Slowly gaining more and more speed, he swung his hand back and prepared a punch that would surely send the green git flying backwards if it connected.