No one answered or moved.
"I'll take that as a yes." He replied. "Let's start with you. Name?"
"Ask your mother!" A rough man with chestnut moustaches said. "Oh, wait, she doesn't know it either. She just calls me dadd-"
A flick of Lith's hand and the bandit's neck turned 180° with a crunching sound without being touched. His body fell limp on his former colleagues, covering them in drool and piss.
"I love my mother." Lith said to his now terrified audience. "This guy got it easy. I'll rip the balls off of the next man who mentions her. Then I'll heal his wound and force him to eat his own nuts.
"After that, I'll cut off his little friend and make him eat it too. I won't kill him, though. I'll have the authorities keep him alive and make an example out of him."
Lith paused, letting the picture sink in the bandits' brains and stomping the corpse's manhood into mush to underline the concept.
