Aren liked to see the General sweat. “Face it, General. You’re alone and outnumbered. You’ve lost.” “Not quite,” he muttered. Lightning quick, he reached up and grabbed the hilt on Aren’s sword. He twisted it out of his grip, knocked Aren to the floor, then pressed the tip of the blade to his throat. “You must not have spent much time on this ship, if you haven’t heard of my reflexes. Pity.” “Indeed. Such a shame that I didn’t have a chance to fawn over your abilities.” He smirked slightly. “How true, but that’s not what I meant. I meant it was a pity for you that you hadn’t been prepared for me, for now you shall die. I shall make it slow and painful, I promise you. No one betrays me without being severely punished.” “Loathe as I am to correct you,” a voice said from the doorway, “I’m afraid that won’t be possible.” Kayla leveled the crossbow at the General, aimed for his heart. “I’m not prone to killing, but with what you’ve put me and the other people on this ship through, I might make an exception. I wouldn’t move, if I were you. I’m fully capable of using this.” *** Argh. Just a note to other artists: don't draw a scene inside a sailing ship. The detail on the woodgrain will kil you ._.