(I actually felt his pain, and got teared up. This is so sad!
)
Jargo grinned and walked forward. He looked at Harli, grinning, impressed. He stood over Banner for a second, enjoying this undisputed moment. "Isn't this grand?" he said, a wicked happiness eminent on his face, as he strutted about in front of the poor, crippled, dog. "I mean, I am standing before one of my pack members and he isn't resisting at
all! Why, this is the best behavior I've seen you in."
The hint of sarcasm in Jargo's voice faded, and he said, in his normal voice, "Let him go, Harli.", and he looked straight at Banner. "Let's not make this mistake again, Banner. It could be your throat Harli gets next!" And with that, he turned and strode away, Harli at his side.