The halfbreed stared back at the gawking crowd, eyes seeking out any that dared meet his gaze. The snarling fury of the last hours had faded, replaced with a cold glare that seemed to evaluate those that had gathered to watch him. Dressed in little more than a cloth kilt and a belt dominated by a bleached goatskull, the scarred green bandit alternated between sitting still in the center of the cage and pacing around the small enclosure.<br/><br/>Rushing forward, the muscular prisoner slammed against the bars of the cage, hands desperately wrenching at his prison as he roared in a furious outburst,<b>"Release me, mongrels!"</b>As soon as the anger had flared, it faded away again as he went back to his anxious pacing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>