Tifan was under pressure, even though he held the dagger to the throat. He couldn't help it, considering he was up against a devil in human skin who had just killed ten odd people without batting an eye.
Everything was going so well. They had cornered the village, beaten up the few that resisted, and would have gotten away with the loot as well without any bloodshed, but this bastard changed the whole scope of the game.
"So," Warden said. "I feel like you're not very experienced in this taking hostage situation. Aren't you supposed to speak about your demands now?"
Tifan gritted his teeth, pulling the woman to take a couple of steps back. "Take a soul oath," he said, his voice shaking a little. "That you'll not harm me, and I'll let the woman go."
The man was just as unfazed as he was a moment ago, the purple glow receding somewhat from his eyes.
