"You disgusting lout! Backstabbing thieving jackass, my master doesn't know what a bloody vicious viper he nursed under his roof! Get the fuck off his wife you stupid knave!"
Right now Grizl was furious and in his rage he lifted Torque off the bed, clutched him by his expensive cravat, ripping apart the silky material with brute strength.
Gritzl pulled him off of Fiona, leaving behind a huge wet spot on her nightdress.
"Did that bastard harm you Fiona?" he asked.
"No he did not," she answered after shaking her head in response.
"Let go of me!" interrupted Torque, some scuffling and then Gritzl's meaty fist slammed into Toque's face.
There was that crunching sound of bone being shattered into pieces.
Gritzl yelled out in pain, "oh my, not the face, you could have hit me anywhere but my face," he whined as he rolled on the floor in pain.
