[b]"Stay [i]back[/i]!" Ariana ordered with an angry, commanding voice. With a firm jerk, she pulled Ella in front of her and brought the blade to her neck. Ella tilted her head back as the knife stung against her skin, barely able to breathe. Ariana gave Marken the most menacing glare she could manage, edging her way out of the cell now.

"You are a pathetic excuse for a man," Ariana accused, "This woman almost killed you with her own hands, yet you harp over her like she's a damned angel."

Ariana continued to pull Ella out, stepping out into the hallway with her back still turned away from Marken. She wasn't going to be stupid enough to drop her guard, even if he wasn't very skilled, she hadn't survived this long by being cocky. The assassin kept her gaze on Ella and held the knife to her throat still, keeping him painfully aware what he would lose if he did anything too sudden.

"You are going to let me and your sweetheart out for a stroll," Ariana told Marken, "If you want any chance of her making it out of this alive, follow my orders; understood?"[/b]