Stone Circle i'm an assassin tho, it's what i do

:'D

Something about that laugh grated on him; made his nose twitch up in a silent snarl and his skin positively crawl. He wanted it to stop, but he had no control over that. Seemed like he had no control over anything, lately, and sometimes it made him so mad. 

And he was mad, now. So mad he felt he had no control over himself, which was new, but not entirely unexpected, he would later reflect. But right then he was just mad, and he wanted it to stop but since he couldn't do that, he just wanted to hurt her. Or anybody, really, but the woman was already in his jaws. Day bit down, ripped and tore, and jerked his head back only to find that her leg had somehow become detatched from her body.

The severed limb was tossed away, and then Day tore into the woman's insides, pulling out intestines and snarling in anger as he did.

He just wanted her to stop laughing.

He just wanted everything to stop.