"Please handle this situation calmly, Sire," cautioned Kandasa as you approach the boy. Buried in your anger, you simply ignore his warning.

As you walk up beside him, the boy was evidently shocked to see you. Caught in a fix, he stammers, "I-I-I d-didn't mean to s-steal your p-purse!"

"You little scoundrel, I'll teach you to go around stealing from people!" You unsheath your sword and swing it behind you as you prepare go in for the kill. Shocked onlookers only turn and stare at the on-goings, but are glued to their seats in fear and anxiety. The young boy cowers and tries to defend himself, but nothing comes to mind at a time like this.

Your blade drops swiftly in a graceful arc, its potential victim perhaps not nearly as sightly after its job is done. What was moments seemed like eternity for the boy whose end was near. In the instant that your blade was to connect with his flesh, a broad sword was thrust between the two entities, and only sparks flew, and not the blood that was expected.

"Stay thy hand, good sir! There must be some kind of misunderstanding to cause this kind of aggression." The bearer of the sword spoke in a deep voice. He stood at a good half-head above you, with battle-hardened features and a strong frame to match his stout body.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Sir Percival, a knight in the service of our Lady Guinevere. For a moon* now we have been trying to acquire evidence of the child robbery ring, which we now have, partly thanks to you. We are grateful for your deed. Yet, there was no need for this aggression towards a child as young as he. Surely there is a good reason behind this."

You...

explain the entire course of the incident
shout in his face, "IT'S BECAUSE I HATE HIS GUTS!!!"

* - a moon is a month (complete cycle of the moon)