He was appalled. And, for once, so were Enide and the sailor. Neither stopped him from pulling out his katana in one fluid movement and prepare a battle stance as he faced Nendros. For once, he was calm. Which was odd, as this was a more dangerous scenario than he was accustomed to, what with Nendros having taken two hostages. And, more importantly, demanding to know whatever secrets it was that he was holding, which was, naturally, a few volumes of information that he would rather never openly declare. However, the gravity of this situation seemed to flip a few switches in his mind and hardened his demeanor significantly. He was beyond annoyed at this point, especially with the prospect of leaving now fading away. He was deadly, and anyone who knew him would know that was far worse.
"What is this for?" he shouted. "We found the missing person and managed to reunite them with Zogin. This should be it; we should be able to leave, now that the only reason binding we here right now no longer exists. Why should we care if it's unlikely that any of us have met? After we've all found our escape and left, will that knowledge ever come of use?"
"Yes," commented the sailor, who now stood beside Shiruba with a stern expression on his face. "Our greatest goal is get out of this place, isn't it? And you could do a much better way of trying to make your point by grabbing a few of your friends and holding them hostage. Because everyone knows there's no better way to convince people to willingly agree by forcing them to."
"Precisely," picked up Shiruba. "And why should we tell you our secrets? I happen to value my own past a lot more than the prospect of learning more about why we've been placed here, especially as I come from a place where secrets sell more than lives are worth. And while some people are evidently willing to disclose them" - he gestured to Sakura, whose transformation into a taller, oddly more beautiful, and stronger form left him evidently incredibly surprised. Especially her strange wooden rod, which seemed to be releasing large amounts of magical energy, and certainly not something he was accustomed to. Most those with rods he knew were skilled at healing magics, and she'd certainly been able to heal herself quickly, although he was suspicious that was not the case here, which did make her a bit of threat in his eyes. And, of course, she claimed to be a conglomeration of magic, which explained her past healing abilities, but also made her seem that much more imposing and intimidating, especially given her possible capacity for using weapons. He didn't like it - "I, for one, have enough motivation not to."
"To speak nothing of your second hostage," called out Enide, who stood on the other side of Shiruba from the sailor, who by now had pulled a couple of daggers from his coat pockets and was twirling them in a fashion that wasn't menacing, but implied it would be soon. "She's said so herself - the man that tried to attack us was because of her. He held one of her personal possessions. Fortunately, the one person who was injured was capable enough to heal herself rapidly, but suppose the girl is right, and more of those attackers arrive. Who is to say that the next victim might not be so fortunate? By staying here, you're thrusting us all into jeopardy."
She pulled out a katana of her own from her back, and assumed a similar stance to Shiruba. "Believe me, I have no intention to see blood spilled here today, but my husband does not have such convictions. Let go of your hostages, and allow us to calmly and rationally deal with this situation, or there will be trouble. From all three of us."
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