Treyman decided to use what is quite literally the only bit of information that the writer -blam!-ing received, all the while he prepared to slaughter everything that was in the room. An aura swarmed around him as it seemed to emanate from his back with a purple look, which in turn made him raise up into the air by at least ten feet, before he looked down to the figures that had Charlotte in a state of pain and too much pleasure. And when he spoke, his voice wasn't channeling his own words but instead something... Darker, deeper and demonic sounding. "Do you have any idea who I am? My name is Jack Treyman, and I will personally slaughter everybody in your lands, I will hang Charlotte from the rafters of the building we stand in, and finally I will rápe the women and torture the men. And when your city is a festering pile of nothing but rubble, then I will put effort in."