Ara acted before he could think.
Pulling out of the girl's grip, he advanced menacingly on the armless girl and seized her by the front of her clothes, pulling her bodily off the ground:
"What sort of sick monster are you? She's a child you beast, how could you do that? How could you do that to anyone? You foul creature. I ought to flay you alive, I ought to rip you to shreds and feed you to the crows, I ought to..."
Ara's anger blazed inside him, eyes alight with fury, lips drawn back from his fangs in a snarl and fist raised to brain the creature then and there. He'd known this beast was bad news from the start, and now his fears had only been confirmed.
If no-one stopped him now, he'd tear this creature apart.