"Tsk, atrocious work," Scaramouche gritted through his teeth before turning around to face you, his intense indigo eyes glared from under the shadow of his jingasa.

He took a few deliberate steps forward and with a sudden move of his arm effortlessly knocked you off your feet. His sandal was instantly pressed down your chest, pinning you tightly to the ground. The Harbinger leaned a little closer, his weight making it difficult for you to breathe.

"A brainless worm follows orders much better than you do, maybe I should simply hand you over to the Doctor to see if he can inject some sense into you," he murmured with a cruel smirk, his fingers drumming impatiently on the hilt of his katana, "Beg for forgiveness while I'm still giving you that chance, or is your pathetic mind incapable of even that?"