"Is that the most respect you can summon?" Vol said. "Aye, you put a title in front of it, but what's with that casual follow-up? Do I look like a friend of yours, do I?"
"N-no Ser, I was just—"
"And now you call me Ser like I'm some fuckin' Stormfront knight. Are you trying to piss me off? You're in charge here? What a fuckin' joke. Give me that. You've no need of it from the look of you," Vol said, laying into the man, in front of the ten men that he commanded. He snatched his sword from his hand, and barrelled through the rest of them, shouldering them out of the way as if they were nothing more than insects.
They were left stunned, unable to do nothing but watch him go. A few angry looks crossed their faces, but their Sergeant – if that was what Nolan called his men of that rank – held them back, declaring that it wasn't worth it.
