Seeing the man flailing on the ground in pain in front of him, Urs walked over and pressed his foot down on him to keep him still and prevent him from doing any desperate actions.
"Calm down already. Losing a single hand barely even counts as an injury. You're not going to die, and a lot worse is waiting for you if you don't answer my questions."
Once Urs was certain that the guy he had caught was thoroughly terrified, he bent over and grabbed him by the neck. Easily lifting him up into the air with one hand and holding him at eye level.
Janson tried to struggle as he felt the grip crushing his throat and he could not breathe.
It was painful, and his lungs felt like they were on fire as he was unable to replenish his oxygen.
Of course, if Urs wanted him dead, he would have just snapped the man's neck. What he was doing now was merely a part of the tactics he had developed during his time as a mercenary to get people to talk.
