The monk felt the blade hit him, luckily only getting his leg. Blood flowed, and his leg wasn't even alive. He laughed maniacally, watching Alum writhe. Pain, pain, pain. He grabbed at the man's leg with his bloody, mangled hand, his voice coming out in a grating, hysterical sound, but resembling a tune. "Hush little baby, don't you cry." The bloody grin spread over his face, his voice becoming deeper, then higher, a demented, insane sound, like nails on a chalkboard mixed with the cries of a turkey at slaughter and a cackling witch.. "Daddie's gonna sing you a lulaby!"