To counter that, he scowled and addressed them brutally as he laid the papers he had brought with him on the table’s surface. "You want to hang every one of them, right?" he barked, and the affirmative response was almost overwhelming. He slammed the palm of his hand onto the table he stood befor...
Their screams of pain were music to his ears. He stepped on the thrashing neck of one, lunging forward to take a third in the stomach, splitting the man’s boiled leather armor. Then, yanking his sword from the falling body, he blocked a strike with his shield before beheading the next to face him...