[Points about empathy and mercy fly inside one ear only to leave his other. His back turns upon the problem - and his partner - his attention stalling. It returns to the task in hand, sending him across ground and grass.
One bound man is seized by the scruff of his neck and hauled onto his feet. Arms flex against their bindings. Curt words are spewed in his direction but snapped against: one hand jostling his prisoner forward. Towards his horse. Onto his horse. Over and across her backside like a hunting trophy.
It hardly looks effortless. He brushes his hands against his cloak and grasps the back of his neck, stretching out his arm. How better Hendrik should be for such labour.]
The rest would be better off riding with you, surely?
no subject
One bound man is seized by the scruff of his neck and hauled onto his feet. Arms flex against their bindings. Curt words are spewed in his direction but snapped against: one hand jostling his prisoner forward. Towards his horse. Onto his horse. Over and across her backside like a hunting trophy.
It hardly looks effortless. He brushes his hands against his cloak and grasps the back of his neck, stretching out his arm. How better Hendrik should be for such labour.]
The rest would be better off riding with you, surely?