Brutus cocks his head to the side, as though some hateful entity, unaware of human custom, was operating through him. And then he smiles, not his usual smile, but one of especial entertainment.
He holds the sword back as though holding a baseball bat..and then tosses it full force. The sword goes flying past Matsuri, spinning like a boomerang. And the other swords, like heat seeking missile, follow.
Brutus' face falls from the insidious grin, and he beats his chest a few times, like Tarzan, before lunging forward and pulling out a small dagger he had concealed in his boot. It dripped with the purple psionic energy equivalent of an acidic poison.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)