"What are you standing around for? Drop your weapons!"
Unable to break free of Tang's grip, Sarah could only glare at the useless lot around her. Every Drow and Marsh Bearfolk within ten meters stood frozen in place!
If even one of them had reacted, she would never have been taken hostage by a human so easily!
Vincent alone had closed his eyes the instant the light flashed, escaping its effects. But he could hardly obey her order. "Priestess, if we drop our weapons, we'll be putting all our lives in their hands!"
"And if you keep hold of them, you'll be putting your esteemed priestess's life in mine."
Tang pressed the curved blade a little harder, opening a conspicuous cut in Sarah's smooth skin. Blood ran down her neck and across her full chest, slipping between her breasts and staining the white priestly robes at her waist.
"Vincent!"
Sarah flew into a rage.
"Remember your place. I'm the one in charge of this outpost!"
Tang fixed his gaze on a Drow warrior.
"[Drop it]." Under the effect of [Command], dizziness swept through the warrior's mind. Pressure inside his skull compelled him to throw his shortsword to the ground.
"[Kick it away]."
When a standoff left people wavering, all it took was one person to set an example. The others would follow.
In the end, nearly every Drow Elf lowered their weapon under Sarah's furious stare and kicked their shortsword toward the nearby cliff.
"And the ones aiming bows from those towers."
Tang turned, keeping Sarah between himself and the Drow poised to fire in the distance.
Sarah hadn't expected Tang to see everything in the dark. Gritting her teeth, she cursed. "Damn it, lower your weapons!"
Everyone threw their weapons into the underground river. The falls' roar must have