Much as you might want to stay composed on the stage, it raises your ire to be tweaked thus. [+Bile]
"Aroint thee, rapscallion!" you bellow, turning to face the puppet. "Gentle throng, would you care to see our Flenish adversary get what he deserves?"
The crowd lets out a hungry cheer.
You enter into an acrobatic exhibition of martial prowess, leaping and rolling about the stage as you land bare-handed blow after blow on the marionette. As the startled puppeteers try to withdraw their creation, you land a singularly stout kick on the knight's chin, knocking its head clean off.
The crowd is enthralled with this display of physical power, and cheers heartily at the representation of Brenton's domination of its enemies. [+Renown] [+Fealty] Your comrades, however, treat you coldly for days afterwards for taking your frustration so far.
Onward