My Forest

Watching her flail her arms just aggravated him. "Fuckn' foreigners," with a roll of his eyes, he opened his mouth lightly and flailed his arms in response. It wasn't until he got the idea she had been taken that he tried to analyze her movements. "If ye' can understand me, why can't ye' speak to me?" Raising an eyebrow he started to move slowly, throwing the blade up and propping it on his shoulder. Eyeing the body, along with its wounds, he felt slightly bad. "I don't care where ye' came from, only where ye' goin'- a