Contrary to what his prisoner thought, Gabriel had checked through his pockets quite thoroughly. But he never really cared about taking the network device away from Cain since he didn't think that the man would be able to use it while tied up and blindfolded like that. A dire mistake, it seemed. Keeping busy with his daggers, polishing the cursed and tainted metal made of an Old God's blood, he didn't notice his captive fiddling around with the contraption until it was too late.
Needless to say, it pissed him off. Badly.
...and when a Forsaken raged, even the proudest of orcs stepped back to give them space.
"You dare..." He roars, dropping both the daggers on the couch and moving swiftly over to the bound man in the chair. Slapping away the communicator, he spits on the ground and kicks the offensive thing into a dark corner. Grabbing Cain by his shirt, he tips both him and the chair forward. "Three hours, and you already give me trouble. Perhaps I should drill a few holes in your skull so that your only remaining ability is to drool on this cursed floor!"
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Needless to say, it pissed him off. Badly.
...and when a Forsaken raged, even the proudest of orcs stepped back to give them space.
"You dare..." He roars, dropping both the daggers on the couch and moving swiftly over to the bound man in the chair. Slapping away the communicator, he spits on the ground and kicks the offensive thing into a dark corner. Grabbing Cain by his shirt, he tips both him and the chair forward. "Three hours, and you already give me trouble. Perhaps I should drill a few holes in your skull so that your only remaining ability is to drool on this cursed floor!"