As the arrow flew from the bow, His instincts flared to life, Him grabbing his sword, unsheathing it and slicing the arrow out of the air, only to turn and point the blade her way, His eyes now swirling with deep blue fire, Watching as she scrambled to get the situation in check again. He stood strong, his blade pointed toward her, his eyes narrowing as she pulled a dagger and issued her next warning. He stood there, watching her silently as the winds picked up again, the temperature plummeting from the wind chill. Silence fell over him as he waited for her to make a move. As she spoke again, he waited a few more seconds, holding his blade steady as the winds died down.<br/><br/>"Don't be a fool, Lady. There's only two options left for you... Swallow your pride and make camp...Or freeze to death.. I for one have no intention of killing you. But the night is cruel, and will do it for me if you don't stop this foolishness... It's your choice..." He said coldly. He was no longer the compliant and soft spoken man he was mere seconds before. He slowly put his blade back into it's sheathe and stepped forward, Getting to his knee and extending his hand."There's no doubt in my mind the strength you posses...But now is not the time for pride... Come on..." He said softly, keeping his hand out to her, allowing her to make the choice. He was freezing, true, but she was worse off than he was, and knew that if she didn't get warm, she would die. No matter what her motives were, He couldn't allow nature to kill something so proud, she deserved much more than that.