"Perhaps chopping of this demon's head would be in order. It seems he cannot base things on logic, and instead resorts to personal attacks.. beastman." Anders called in a few Praetorian, and one roughly shoved Jason, a subtle warning that there would be trouble if he caused it. And they were not pushovers like the Templar. "Demon, I have done nothing but attempt to keep the calm, and ensure a trial was held for you. May I remind you that a few weeks earlier, if you had showed up, you would have been burned to death. I'm this close to holding you in contempt boy. You defile one's family, yet you cannot take it when someone else does the same to yours? Typical hypocrite. You're lucky I'm suggesting this trial continue. I'm sure the Templar-Commander would love to have a delightful barbecue outside with all his Templar friends. You make an outburst like that ever again, and you'll have your organs all filet'd, before your decapitated head hits the damn ground." 

He was tired of this bullshit already, and this demon was pushing his luck. Greatly. "Furthermore, we will be having a recess. The jury will analyze the evidence presented thus far. However, you, Mr.Verdunt, will stay at the defendant's area. You may sit if you wish, but under guard at all times. Don't bitch about it. Don't throw a tantrum. Just fucking deal with it until the jurors decide whether we will still be having that barbecue. It seems the only thing we haven't resorted to is force... so I am doing so now. Everyone else is dismissed."

The courtroom grew loud, everyone buzzing about the trial. It was more exciting than it should have been, after all...

Anders walked off the judges podium and towards Ansen. "I have seen you before beastman. You have helped trained some of the peasants become war ready. You fight well, but... Any reason why you simply decided to show up at this half-assed trial today?"