Davon took a step forwards, and the next thing he noticed was that he was pinned to a wall by a sword. He suddenly felt fear, but it immediately drained away as he became quite angry. He started getting off his top clothes to get off of the wall, but it proved to be harder than it seemed. He was just squirming and wriggling in his jacket as he struggled to free himself.

[b]"Listen, skull face, it is quite hypocritical for you to try teach me about politeness when you pin nice people like me to a wall. And it seems to me you are just as much of a stranger in this house as I am so why don't you judge yourself before picking on me huh?"[/b]
Davon finally freed himself of his jacket, which was still hanging from the wall, and fell to the floor with a painful sounding thump. He stood up quickly, his anger boiling and his face getting slightly red.

[b]"And the little girl is probably more scared of you than of me so why don't YOU get out of here and let ME talk to that woman. What are you? Her bodyguard? Is she not allowed to talk to "my kind"? And then you say sorry to HER! This dude's unbelievable. Tell me, how many friends do you have, 'cause it seems that you are the kind of guy who even hates himself!"[/b]
Davon finished with a poisonous look, breathing hard because of all the shouting and the adrenaline.
Davon was the kind that would fight for what he thinks is right even if it was a hopeless conflict. That is what got him here in the first place. He should've just worked as he was supposed to at that company on Mars, but of course, he had to do what was right. His shouting at the court didn't exactly help so, sadly, they caught him and sent him here. He usually felt quite good after these outburst, speaking his mind, letting out the anger. It was his thing, he liked it.