The Citadel of Chaos

You draw your sword and prepare to chop him with it.
He glances up at you with a look that leads you to believe
that he is not completely in control of his own actions.
With pity, you crack him on the head with your sword hilt,
causing him to howl and release his grip.
You leave him moaning on the ground, nursing his head
You regret the damage he has done to your arm and press onwards.