"Arrows, get ready!"
Brown turned with a stagger, almost knocking into Nikolai by mistake. "What are you doing? My daughter is there!"
Nikolai smirked, "Do you think he will let Jenna die tonight?" He stared at Rhane, who now glared at Jenna. If he wanted to do anything, it had to be now. Rhane wasn't as focused as he was.
"I know my son, he won't go that far," Nikolai remarked indifferently.
Brown didn't look certain about that. "Didn't you see how many lives he took tonight? I'm not sure you know your son so well," he stated with cold certainty.
"I'll suggest we speak peace."
Nikolai raised his shoulder dismissively; peace wasn't part of his plan tonight. He didn't want to drag on the matter any further. "Aim!"
"Nikolai!" Brown widened his eyes, raising his hand to stop the men from shooting. "Don't do anything except I order it, Jenna is there! My daughter is standing there!"
