Now she was beginning to get it. Banru could practically taste the young woman's fear as her body language and tone of voice swiftly betrayed how she felt. Trapped. Like some sort of small prey animal held in the gaze of not one, but two predators.
A small part of him that he refused to acknowledge at the moment took extra delight in the fact that Morana had once counted him as a friend. Poor simple, naive Morana.
"There are several things I want, actually. To go back to my world, to win this game, to have a decent meal for the first time since I've been here..."
As Banru spoke, he calmly and smoothly strode around Morana, so that they could face each other. And then, suddenly, the smile dropped from his face. In it's place was an entirely cold, ruthless expression. It was far more unsettling than any of his usual facades, due to the fact that the look, which would not have been out of place on a shark, occurred so naturally to the man who was always smiling.
"But at the moment, I want to send a message to your little band of misfits."
Banru's voice was as cold as his expression, and without missing a beat he drew his right hand back before delivering a harsh backhanded slap to Morana's face.