"...or I stop healing you, you'll be dead in less than thirty seconds."
At that, the other elves in the room seemed to snap out of their stupor, Regaining their senses in a single instant.
"Lugh!"
Selaphiel bellowed, her voice thundering with command, just as Jahira appeared behind him in a blur—her dagger flashing, poised against his neck.
The last elf merely trembled, shrinking back in fear. He didn't look like the confident type.
Jahira had reacted without thinking. On instinct, driven by the chaos of the moment. Lugh had the responsibility of making the situation clear to her.
"If you kill me, we both die"
He stated coldly.
"Knowing this, what's the purpose of your blade?"
"Well, it's..."
"Shut up!"
Selaphiel snapped.
"Heal him and leave, and we won't pursue this matter further."
Lugh exhaled slowly, a sigh laced with disdain.
"Ridiculous."
He turned back to his victim, expression devoid of warmth.
