['Enemy' was all it took for him to understand. Words and rhetoric didn't work for Tristan, after all. Only force could calm him down but he didn't know if this madman was quite the same.

He'd done what he could to follow where Asterios' violent thoughts would guide his next strike, relying on that insight and his own reflexes to keep from being smashed or gored over and over.]

...You know, since you can't understand me, this might be a good time to get a few things off my chest. Any complaints, mister?