Raising up from the tackle just enough to snarl in the other mans face. The anger and resentment bubbling up. As if he had no control over his own actions, he grabbed a hold of Hood's collar as he raised up must a little more, he brought his forehead down in sharp contact with the other mans. Guy dazed himself a little, but not enough to keep him from standing and stepping away. With a shake of his head he attempted to force away the jarring contact.
Any other time he would have pulled out one of his daggers and slipped it between the other man's ribs. But this time, his temper had got the best of him. He shuffled towards his sword. Bending over he lifted it by the hilt. His anger spent he didn't even have the urge to finish the other off. He thrust the sword back into the scabbard at his hip.