Lapistia

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