I look to the other mercenary, the rough looking silent one. He grunts, "Anybody touches her, I'll kill them."
Abaddon tucks his wings tightly against his back. It feels so awkward, the way The Destroyer keeps tip-toeing around me. What did I do while blacked out?
"I want your word of honor, that when I bring down this force field, you will not attempt to kill me or any of my crew."
"You arrested me, but now you want to trust me?"
"You seem a lot more reasonable now than when we put you in there."
General Abaddon is a far better swordsman than I am, although I've had so much practice lately that maybe that's no longer true? Either way, this is one man I hope to never cross swords with.
"Keep Lucifer away from me," I growl. "To everything else, I swear I will behave."
Abaddon grunts.
