He looked at the woman who was tugging franticly at his hand it what appeared to be a hopeful attempt to get him moving out of this awful ditch, a place that Arthur had wished to make his grave. The gun fire had stopped by now although the faint voices of the Elysium commanders were not silent, still bellowing out orders in a frenzied panic after losing sight of their quarry.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“I’m not going anywhere luv’ at least nowhere fast”</span>Arthur indicated to his knee, with a blooded rag around it. He took a deep sigh, pulling out a cigarette packet from his coat pocket, taking one out and lighted it.<span style="font-weight: bold"> “What am I saying, giving up this easily”</span>. Gritting his teeth in pain he pulled the woman through the River bed, using it as a trench to hide them from the Soldiers – who from the yelling were not that far behind.<br/><br/>By the state of the Woman Arthur could tell she’d been through hell as well, she was covered in bruises and cuts in fact it looked like she was in a worse state something also helped him make up his mind about not giving up. But the question that entered his mind was that why were they after her? She didn’t seem like a vampire and she didn’t have the tell-tale sign of an abnormal amount of hair that would indicate were-wolf. Arthur was stumped, what else could she be?<br/><br/>Still dragging his companion through heavy bushes, creating even more shallow cuts across their faces and bare skin Arthur continued to make his way slowly along this wooded trench. Turning over his shoulder his plucked up the courage to open his mouth and ask this new person a few questions<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Well I’m Arthur if that helps makes things more comfortable and you would be?” </span>