Kei's eyes remained staring at the Baron. He wasn't giving off any particular expression to the man who had dislocated his arm. But once he was tackled away from him, he smiled.
"You could've just ripped it off. It would of made it easier to come out." He started to laugh while his left arm that had been dislocated, started to crack. Parts of his skin began to rip open, and within the moment, from his forearm down, tore apart. In it's place, seemed like a slowly squirming black arm, extending further than his original one, with three long claws at the end instead of fingers. Except the arm was covered in seemingly inside-out skin, and parts of the arm seemed as if it was covered in organs of it's own, almost as a seperate living object. It was throbbing and pulsating, while slowly waving about, the three enormous claws idling in place.
"Hmhm. I have to say, doing this brings on more pain than dying myself. But now that it's done, we should play even more!"