(Synn)<br/><br/>Each step he took towards her frightened her more. She could see the accusatory conviction in his eyes as he spoke. Her index finger laid carefully on the trigger as he approached. “I warned those men to leave me be Anton. I had no choice” she said in an attempt to reason with him, but it was futile as her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. The crowd grew in size, watching the two of them in anticipation of what might happen next despite that she could snatch any one of them as a hostage at any time.<br/><br/><br/>When Anton advanced again, she pointed her crossbow to the ground and shot an arrow right in front of his left foot as he took another step. It was a warning shot. She aimed once more at his chest, but it seemed he did not take heed and continued to advance. She took a few more steps backwards and then bumped into something rather large which had grabbed her arms and held her in place. She whipped her head around as best she could to see who it was that held her and much to her surprise, it was the girl’s father.<br/><br/><br/>“You’re not going anywhere witch!” he snapped as his grip tightened. She looked back over at Anton who was just a few feet from her now and then back to the man that held her captive. She closed her eyes for a moment and started to whisper an incantation.