Sol Fenrir, rested back, seemingly looking annoyed... Moved towards the wall where he crushed the bag...
His back touched the wall, closed his arms together, and started waiting impatiently...
A dim light above his head was shining, illuminating the scene, the shadows caused by the smoke, reflected on Anna's and Sam's faces.
Sol left out a bored sigh, turned his face to an empty part of the hallway, closed his eyes... At that moment his thoughts changed.
"So peaceful" he thought... He was aware that someone was at a crossroad, someone who lacked careful thinking and brash by nature...
He knew that this could be a grave mistake... Yet, he was there for moments like these... He felt peace, tranquility...
He was purified from his negative thoughts lingering from Malta...
"There is a fourth choice"he said slowly, "I crush your arms, put you in chains, drag you back to my sabre, then go hunt for your lover... Cut off his head, throw it onto the ground before you, take you to Malta for public execution... Enjoy the lovely gathering... then go find somethings to kill more time..." still fixed his sight away from them... "Don't think that I never had a gun pointed at my face... If this buffoon didn't come with her weird ideas, and gave a friggin gun in to your hand, turning this simple matter into a friggin drama which could cost the lives of many innocents by the hand of a dim-wit little girl, you would already be enjoying my hospitality in my Sabre with your presents I prepared for you... rusty chains on your arms..."
With the last words, he shot a fierce glance towards Anna...
