Roman was not one of the voices among the crowd. Instead he stood silently, his pipe hanging from his mouth, unlit due to the rain. He truly did hate other people, but these people were paying him to kill, so he would have to put up with them for a little while longer. Griping to himself, " These morons, I should just let that ghoul slaughter them. An empty village would make a nice home.."
He cracked his neck by leaning his head left and right, it was time to start working. Roman started brazenly shoving people out of his way to get to the front of the mob.
Once he got about halfway through, one of the guys he pushed over grabbed his arm and gruffed, "Watch where you're walking, bud." The man was a bit bigger than Roman and already pumped up to fight their monster. He was not ready to fight Roman though.
Roman spun around and grabbed the man by the neck and pulled him face to face. With Roman's angry murmur he responded to the man, "FFff-fuck. Off."
He pushed the man back into the crowd and continued on until he got to the front with the leader. Roman unsheathed his blade as he approached the man, "Where is it? I'm starting to want to kill all of you more than that ghoul." Smoke had begun to dribble out of the corners of his mouth, he was ready to fight.