The men quickly moved to surround her tormentor with the tall dark haired man watching, his eyes not even blinking as he trained the crossbow on the man who had taken everything from her and then saved her from almost certain death at the hands of one of his own.
The men grabbed him wrenching him to the ground on to his knees, the vicious crossbow wound in his shoulder bleeding heavily as his arms were dragged to the sides and held in place by two of the six men.
She could see the look of cruel satisfaction on the tall dark haired man as he lowered the crossbow to his side and slowly stepped forward to him.
“You do not seem so clever now, do you?” he said, his voice full of anger and triumph. “Look at me,” he snapped at him and without even a twitch he looked up into the eyes of this man.
“Do you feel proud of yourself then?” He asked his voice full of confidence even though he was the one bleeding and restrained.
She could not believe he still carried himself in this way, he would surely hang for his actions and this man had him with no chance of escape yet he still tried to torment the man and draw his wrath.
The dark haired leader of the group face turned to an image of rage and he screamed, “Shut up,” at his captive before raising his boot in a vicious kick into the man.
His head snapped back but he did not scream out in pain as he was held in place, his head slumping down for a moment before raising his head up once more and locking eyes with his attacker.
“Oh such dominance,” he sneered at him a flicker of pain on his face but easily overshadowed by his sheer confidence.
The leader of the group’s face turned red with rage at the comment and he grabbed his captive around the throat with one hand and began to tighten his grip. “Shut up you Bastard.”
She could see a fine line now being drawn between her former captor and this man who now had him at his mercy; she could hear him gasp against this man’s grip as he tried to escape the grasp on the two men holding him.
“You do not deserve to stand trial for all your crimes,” he raged at this man, his voice full of anger. “You are scum.”
And as suddenly as the attack had begun, he released him and took a step back, shuddering from the rage he must have felt. She could hear him still gasping as he drew in breath, his head lowered as he coughed before raising his head once more and locking eyes with his captor.
“I have seen more with these eyes than you could ever imagine and taken more than you could ever know, and what you have to show for your life? Am I to be your crowning glory?”
She looked to each man, one a captive but so calm and trying to exert control over a situation he could possibly not and the other his captor and the man who would lead him to a death sentence.
“You have seen so much you bastard, but all you will see soon is the faces from a crowd cheering your death,” he snapped back in sheer anger at him but she could tell it did not make him feel any better for doing so.
“And then what? Are you to be the great hero and own empty promises from everyone and have nothing to show for your life?” he said raising himself up onto his knees. She could see the men holding his hands arms becoming nervous and looking to their leader for anything but his eyes were still locked with his prisoner.
“And what will you have to show for your life?” He snapped down at his prisoner. “What do you own other than the deaths of so many?” his words coming out mixed with spit as he began to scream at him. Before he lashed out with his foot striking her former tormentor in the stomach making his head snap back “What? I ask you, what?” he screamed once again and kicked out striking him in the side of the face causing the two men to grip the prisoners arms tighter to restrain him under the vicious barrage of kicks.
