"I have no intention of letting you loose. Not yet. Not when your fearless leader," He spoke with such disdain, "Is questioning what happens if he doesn't show." Gisborne gritted his teeth and let that blade sink a little deeper and down from the edge of his ear to his cheek. It was deep enough to keep the blood going, but not so deep that it would require stitches.
"Think he will show?" He was starting to wonder if anything would get this idiot's walnut sized brain to crack.