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[i]Black eyes glittered sharklike behind the contours of his broad mask as he watched his opponent for another few seconds, as if processing new information. Then, without any precedence, his tongue lolled out from between his sharpened teeth and the headhunter hunkered down low as a stuttering laugh gurgled out of him. He dropped his left axe to the ground and twisted about to begin staggering slowly away from Abby, hand swiping up over his belt and body to presumably cradle his mouth, like a hopeless lunatic trying to stifle his own madness, peering faintly over his left shoulder with a wide eye. The axe landed head first and its weight kept it handle-up, like a razor edged knife cleanly sticking to a floorboard. Two things would be blaringly obvious. Yes, he really was insane, and no, being crazy wasn't the same as being stupid. He had probably whisked something lethal off his belt under the guise of an all too genuine fit of hysterical glee, and was trying to set up a trap. The spectators who could see what he was doing were screaming something at Abby, but the distance and the coagulation of voices rendered their words indecipherable. He'd continue moving away from Abbey in no hurry at all, taking his sweet time igor-ing his way over to the audience. They looked ready to bolt, despite residing safely atop a twenty foot stone wall.

That being said, this freak had some gall, trying to pull a two-bit trick like this in the middle of a deathmatch.[/i]