The sense of injustice that was rioting around in Tragos’ head made him feel very young, like a kid complaining it’s not fair to his parents. He thought that was something that’d been trained out of him young but being pinned back while Barak attacked Marcie made it all come rushing back. He had been powerless and he hated it, and that had stopped him from being able to think his way out. Stopped him from realising that the best thing he could do right now was shut up. Ares was ignoring him to focus on the others, but Tragos was out of practice at being ignored.
His arms were free now and Ares was here, which meant punishment for Barak was coming, and Tragos clenched his fists tight at the thought of it. “Let me do it, sir,” he said, violent eyes on Barak. He just wanted to hit him. Wanted to hit him so hard. Wasn’t room for many other thoughts than that right now. “Let me waste him.”