Before Kratos could react, the stranger relaxed his fists. In the next second, he backslapped Kratos hard across his face.
Kratos held his stance, reminded himself of the vow he had made when he came to this land. He forced his arms to remain at his sides, though all his muscles were ready.
Fire bloomed in Kratos’ eyes. Feeling the uncontrollable rage returning, the rage he swore he would never revert to, he exhaled deeply, forcing himself to relax. He refused to allow this spineless woodsman to goad him into a fight.
“Leave my home now,” Kratos spat. The stranger only smiled, revealing carious teeth and his willingness to fight. Or was it a willingness to die?
God Of War - Midgard, Ch 4
