[Altaïr scowled at the man before him. This whelp would dare question him while whatever sorcery he was a part of stole his features?
Quickly, Altaïr changed his grip on the other man's arm, using it to maneuver the other against the wall, intent on putting his blade against the man's throat.
Harming the other wasn't his intention, but he wanted answers and wasn't against using a bit of intimidation.]
Well this is going swell! They're obviously going to be great friends.
Quickly, Altaïr changed his grip on the other man's arm, using it to maneuver the other against the wall, intent on putting his blade against the man's throat.
Harming the other wasn't his intention, but he wanted answers and wasn't against using a bit of intimidation.]
You will answer me first.