[Freyr lurched back as his shirt was grabbed. Looking at him, one could tell he had been out here for a few months with how dirty he was, and some lingering blood here and there from where he had gotten a scrap. The most of it was in his hair in the back, right around a nasty mark that was still healing up.]

I don't have to listen to any fucking man that chases me down and holds me against my will! You're probably some shitty ass spy for the other team! Aren't there laws against this bullshit in this country!?