Oh, he WILL look at this arrow!

The woman in gray walked forward and grabbed Aktheus by the collar.

"Rebecca? What're you doing?" gasped the woman in blue.

"What needs done, Marianne." Rebecca lifted the hood from her face. It was attractive enough, though her right eye detracted from it somewhat. Lacking an iris could be a little unnerving, especially if the look in the eye was a promise of ****. She showed her eye sometimes to intimidate or scare people, and this struck her as just such an occasion. "Look, preach', we came a long way to get you to take a look at this arrow, and by Utoness, you're going to do it!"

Aktheus was unfazed. "Little lady, are you quite done? We both know you won't harm a clergyman like myself. It's a one-way ticket to hell. If you value your soul, you'll let me go and leave immediately."

She grinned wickedly. "I'm an atheist." Now Rebecca was starting to see the fear in him she had wanted. People were killed all the time, and Aktheus' status as clergy had been the only thing between him and **** many times. But to the rare person to whim that had no meaning, he was unpleasantly close to defenseless. "Now, you're going to look at this arrow if I have to shove it through your eye!"She showed him the arrow, point-first. Aktheus looked at it, gulped and closed his eyes.

"I...I won't tell you anything! You're nothing but thugs and I won't help you, even if you kill me!"

"YOU STUBBORN LITTLE....!!"