“Explain this.” The voice was a scratchy bass, signifying that Lord Janos was, perhaps, a full second away from erupting.
“I failed in my charge, My lord,” Jersix answered at once. “The blame is mine.”
“I agree,” Janos rumbled. Three seconds later, Jersix was twenty feet away, on his back. Unconscious. Janos turned to Neera Trivett.
“See to it he awakens somewhere else,” he ordered tersely. “Somewhere far from this estate. Suggest to him that it would be unhealthy for him, were our paths to cross, ever again.”
-- The Last Spartan – Chapter Thirty by badkarma00