He was going wild, eventually he heard someone call for a Rune Knight to be called and that only drove him up the wall further. Even while attacking another thug he had lost it, eventually the thought of the coming knight vanished as he listened to the man’s wail of pain as Baron held his collar and stood over him. He hadn’t killed anyone, he hadn’t hunt in a long while but now he had a free reign to make a sacrifice to the god of the hunt.
He raised his fist to end the male’s suffering and make a worthy sacrifice only to hear a footstep break the built silence. Turning around he’d notice a figure, “Oh uh, hello... it’s not what it looks like.”