jasmine shot dwade in the leg and he fell off the table and onto to his head in an awkward position , one that looked capable of having broken his neck , but like a possessed soul capable of ungodly contortions , he sprung to his feet and with an arrow protruding from his calf he charged again , the butchers knife held over his head , his red cape trailing him , and perhaps now screaming from both mania and pain , he appeared suddenly to have become the most menacing of all in a room of cannibals .