John tore his hand free. Despite Aclysia's superior Strength, he was able to do so quite easily. Gritting his teeth, he directed his eyes at the white-haired woman. "What?!" he repeated, as her hand hovered between them, still raised. "Are you defying me? Are you going to stop me again?!" He lingered on that word for a while. No answer, and that only made all the anger within him break out with further intensity. "Are you really going to make me suffer all over again?!"
Aclysia took a full step back, her hand stretching out in equal measure, reaching out to him with fear on her face. The quivering fingers of her other hand tightened into a fist. The expression on her face shifted to determination. "If that is what I must do to save you."
"I will not die, we have a safety precaution," John hissed, eyes wandering to the opening Monster Table. What should he kill next?
