White Mask hardly reacted. He pursed his lips, the apologetic expression never leaving his fentle face. When he spoke, his voice was kind.
"Unfortunately, I am afraid that I have no choice but to bring you back to the imperial capital. My apologies." Then he looked up, shouting out at all of the imperial guards scattered around the clearing in a surprisingly sharp voice. "Retreat!"
Abrial was pulled backward suddenly, that sword still pressed against her throat, and the uninjured guards all around the clearing seemed to come alive, rushing towards the prison.
Great. So he wasn't going to let her go. How irritating! This idiot…how much was he planning to embarrass her?! Now she was getting dragged out at swordpoint, unable to move?! Abrial bared her teeth, trying to figure out how to viciously bite the arm holding her, when a series of sharp whizzing noises filled the air.
