((Warning. Kinda mature language going on here and mildly disturbing themes. ))
The soldier's eyes followed the fleeing pistol and settled on Kella, narrowing lethally at her as she picked it up. He froze for a moment, dreading that the woman might have known how to use it but seeing her awkwardly hold the thing immediately restored his confidence. However, as he started to shift to his feet, Alastrom grabbed his arm and held it. The soldier turned and bashed the man's face three times with an iron-clad fist and smirked with a cold and cruel sort of satisfaction as the smaller, older man's grip weakened and he lie there bleeding still on the floor. If the fool wasn't dead now, he'd be in a moment.
Grunting, the soldier pushed himself up ,rising to his feet. "Give me the gun, " he growled menacingly at her through clenched teeth and held out his hand, his gaze expecting prompt compliance. And he was arrogant in his assumptions that he would have no difficulty in obtaining whatever he wanted from her because she was a woman and it was her duty in life to be submissive to men, submissive to him.
Of course, anyone with half of an intelligent thought in their minds might have realized that surrendering to the killer's orders would have been an extremely foolish thing to do.
No compliance? So he would try a more tactful command, "Give me the gun, please?" Surely she would listen? His tone was cold yet smooth as silk. He had charm, good looks. How could she resist him? "Do the right thing and no one will get hurt, I promise."
Still she didn't submit to him. He found his sword lying on the ground. He preferred the swift, clean kill of a bullet to the brain over the sword. He wasn't skilled enough with the blade ; his kills were always messy and he preferred not to get blood on him . But now the blood from Alastrom's nose was all over his fist , his face and his throat, a little on his dirty iron breastplate and ...soon this woman's blood would stain him as well.
He raised the weapon and grinned at her, his eyes lighting up with a wild and fearful level of insanity that spoke of a man that was no longer, a man so gripped by paranoia and a lust for violence ...a monster. "Are you going to shoot me, bitch? "He spat at her . "Well hurry up and fucking do it!" He shrieked and then laughed, "You're not going to do it. You're a woman. Too stupid and weak. Just drop the weapon and lie on your back, bitch. That's all you're good for. If you're a good girl, maybe I'll make you a woman before I slit your pretty little throat." He sneered at her.
((I don't mind what you decide to do here. Kella can shoot him LOL or something else can happen. I'm prepared either way so no worries. xD))