Bedlam smiled from the shock, seeming unfazed. In an instant all that energy went back through the dagger and exploded at the tip while the dagger was twisted in deeper. Dale's hand made an audible cracking noise as it crushed some of Bedlam's bone, but his right hand shot up to grab Dale's wrist and press down with just as much pressure as Dale's hand. The thumb on Bedlam's neck tore through the side of his neck. He tried to move away, but only barely managed to stop it from digging in enough to be a killing blow. His bottom right side of his neck now bled as a large chuck had been torn off. The storm began to form thin, sharp needles of compact sand that would stab into exposed skin or thin cloth. For some reason Bedlam remained unaffected by it.