As Jinx pounded his hammer into the Gnolls skull and badly wounded the creature, it about to die very soon. He began talking to his weapon, as if it were a dear friend or possibly a lover. "My Precious, we have almost won. A single Gnoll stands before us, and i doubt he will survive more than 12 more seconds at the most."
Jinx began Chuckling Gleefully, he almost broke into a more maniacal and diabolical form of laughter, a form of carnage induced Ecstacy for the diminutive berserker.
To those who saw the Halfling and heard his laughter. it could reasonably be assumed that he was afflicted with madness. but to a true warrior of any great caliber, it would be clear that he was drunk on the thrill of combat. a feeling any warrior would likely experience at some point in his life, and a feeling he experienced plenty of times beforehand.
in fact, some would say, the spirits of the greatest of warriors of old, had chosen the diminutive champion as their vessel. his laughter was something to be remarked as something the young Gnoll warriors would once experience for themselves in the future.