He swaggered forward, rapidly closing up the gap.

Red, sweaty, disheveled, and hatless, his face distorted and expressive of the most malignant intent, he was a wild and sinister figure.

He had already killed a man, and this showed in his demeanor.

His hands were extended before him, the right hand a little lower than the left.

At every step he bellowed his rancor in speech mostly curses.