Timing the words right

"He is a heretic!" 

It was a simple, short sentence. A set of words that even while choked in the iron grasp of Theo's fingers, the youth managed to utter. 

And his dedication to the task paid off with quite a loud voice. 

A voice easily loud enough to reach the ears of the observer to who Theo directly talked to already. 

A wide grin appeared on the youth's tensed lips. 

To be accused of heresy right in the face of the crusader's official…

The entire area turned silent. 

The few patrons who remained seated through the entire encounter have long since focused all their attention on the incident. But now, with the single-key sword brimming in the air, everyone on the street was eager to find out how it would play out. 

And only a few of the onlookers were smart enough to turn away and hurriedly remove themselves from the scene before any sort of major shit could go down.