He taps your shoulder with the sword. "Turn and face me.. Is that how you want to die? Your back turned to your enemy while you sulk in embarrassment? You may be trying to hide it by facing that wall, but one with such pride like yourself reeks of it in a situation like this" He watches you intensely, yet cautiously as he waits for you to turn and face him. Still pointing the weapon at you. His attitude a lot more serious and focused than before, his breathing calm and steady.