"Black! Let me live or your healer is dead!"
Marielle aimed her staff at Seraphiel's back on the sheltered balcony, waiting for Black to look at her. If he wanted his healer alive, he would have to let them leave.
Seraphiel glanced over her shoulder at the staff, then turned toward the woman holding it. Her bow of light hung loosely from one hand.
"Oh~ You picked me?"
"Stay still!" Marielle jabbed the staff toward her chest. "Black! Are you listening?! Tell your women to move away!"
The elf looked down at the staff's tip with a spreading smile.
"You thought I was the weak one? Oh, Quin, did you hear that? Your hopeless little healer has been taken hostage~"
She sounded delighted. Marielle pressed the tip against her, desperate to make the laughing bitch understand that her life was being threatened.
"I'll burn a hole through you!"
"Okay." Seraphiel's smile widened, baring her teeth. The cruelty on her delicate face made Marielle want to snatch the staff back.
