The insults are getting too much for him to tolerate. He lets his wood tumble once more as he whips his blade out again, his eyes growing wild.

"Why should I care what demons like you can't eat!? Why should I care about you, when all you do is turn up and whine at me like you've got a say in what I can do!? If you come here and act like you've got a place in my life again, I'll cut your tongue out!"

He needs to cut off her head, or set this whole forest alight, anything to get rid of the stress and the rage that's threatening to eat him.