> Give a toothy scowl.
> Point the sword right at his face.
> "You will cease your insolence this instant, you cur! You are nothing! You will surrender to me! You will beg me for mercy!"
> Force our will upon this wretch and his defiant, disrespectful glare! Strangle his very being with our will as he tried to do to us! He will know our superiority! He will acknowledge it! He will bend to it!