Connor: *there’s /murder/ in his eyes as he stalks the man, glancing only /ever/ so briefly to make sure the remaining attacker is no longer a threat...good. This one’s the only one left standing – he can take his time.* How /dare/ you? How /DARE/ you treat a woman, /any/ woman - my sister! - so shamefully! I should rip off your genitals for such a vile offense! *FURIOUS for the first time in his life...and in a sense, it feels /good/, it’s freeing, /he/ feels free!*