Aris let out a sharp scream as she watched the sword plunge into Gile's face. She had seen deaths before, rarely, but none so gruesome. She stared on as Amaya spoke, too shocked to do anything.<br/><br/>Nathaniel, on the other hand, was not paralyzed in fear. He looked down at Brian with no compassion on his face. His eyes seemed to spark as his gaze rested on the insignia on the man's chest. With one swift motion, he drove the blade he held across Brian's neck. Aris gasped.<br/><br/>Nathaniel turned to Ashton, rage clear on his face. "You brought demon hunters here..." Nathaniel said, quietly, yet so tense Aris began to tremble. She so desperately wanted to be elsewhere. Nathaniel pointed the now bloody sword straight at Ashton and yelled, "You want to get rid of me so badly-"<br/><br/>"Nathaniel...please, don-" "Don't what, Aris??" Aris feigned back, regretting she ever spoke up. Nathaniel looked straight at her, his blue eyes seeming to pierce her soul. "You're a fool, Aris, to think I would just stand by and have these men kill me." He muttered harshly. Aris could feel the tears coming, so she ran.<br/><br/>She passed Silas as she hurried to her room, trying not to run into anyone on the way. Nathaniel turned his gaze back to Sir Ashton, muttering harshly, "If you want me gone so badly, I will be going soon enough, and I'm taking the angel with me." With that, he walked past them, solemn after all that.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Aris lay on her bed, sobbing. Her shoulders shook as tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn't want anyone else getting hurt, but she didn't want to be hurt either. She felt so conflicted, not knowing whether to run and save herself, or try and help the others.