Looking at the Bloodied sword, Amheh quitely laughs..soon turning into a roar of laughter as he throws his head back, tears (of laughter) dwelling in his eyes... Blood gushing from his chest, he pays little attention to the wound..
Another cut, from a weak mans blade shant do me any harm..And a heart you shall not find in the cavity of my chest!..
Scratching at his chest as if irritated by a mosquito, Amheh starts slapping Dantaus around the place, like one of the vilage broads.
With lightning fast reflects, Amheh then disappears in a blur.. Only to stop when perched on a hill at a safe distance. Peering through his looking glass, at the now bemused Dantaus who is running around in circles, lashing out with his swords in thin air and making a general idiot of himself.
*Edit: spelling and to stuff up Dantaus reply