The sound of Helena beginning to cry came distantly to Godric's ears, for he was far too focused on what he was doing to be distracted right now. There was a fire burning inside his blood that electrified him. "I do not care what you are doing here!" he roared, "I care that you will now be taking your leave." His gaze followed William like a lion stalking its injured prey, while his sword moved to find its spot again. Godric took a step to put himself between Helena and the baron.
"I will tell you one more time. Make haste, or I'll run you through, and leave you here to choke and bleed, no matter what Edwyn told you." With finely-tuned movements he inched the sword a bit higher against William's throat. "You have until the count of three. One..."