Lapistia

The angry and frustrated James ripped off his helmet, grabbed the scoundrel by the collar, and stared with empty, dead eyes into the face of the panicked mercenary. "Rrrrrrrr," he growled aimlessly, then headbutted the scoundrel and threw him into the mud. Kicking away the weapon that had long fallen from the bandit's weakened fingers, he placed his foot on the man's chest and raised his sword above his throat. "Well... talk."