"So remember, once we approach his ship we need to be on guard. Storming his ship wont exactly be easy." Antonio said, explaining the situation at hand as the four of them walked. Arthur nodded as he focused straight ahead of him.
"I didn't assume it would be. That's why I have some back up." he said, jabbing his thumb behind him. Antonio looked over his shoulder to see part of his crew casually following them. Antonio chuckled and looked over to Arthur.
"Glad to see I wasn't the only one." Antonio said, eyeing some of his men from the corner of his eye.
"You can't be too careful." Arthur said, looking behind him to see Francis and Gilbert chatting away about, what else, the ladies. They winked at a group of ladies as they passed by, Francis blowing them a kiss of course. Arthur growled in annoyance.
"Are you two dolts even listening?!" Arthur said, scolding the two of them. They laughed and turned their head when they heard Arthur yelling.
"Oui, oui were paying attention mon ami." Francis said, sounding not so convincing for Arthur's taste.
"Heard every vord you shaid." Gilbert said, eyeing a girl as he spoke. Arthur glared at the two of them.
"Then kindly repeat what I just said." he said through gritted teeth, fists clenching a bit. He was having a hard time keeping his cool today, especially since he only had three hours of sleep. Francis chuckled and looked at Arthur.
"You mentions something about Cruz….." he began to say but his voice trailed off into silence as a look of shock came across his features, halting from walking any further. Gilbert ran into Francis slightly.
"Hey vetch it!…Vhat's ze matter vis you?" Gilbert asked, waving a hand in front of Francis' face.
"Francis! Come now, stop this nonsense!" Arthur said, halting himself and crossing his arms in front of Francis, who still looked like he was in a daze.
"Amigo? Are you alright?" Antonio asked carefully, placing a hand on his friends shoulder.
"Mon dieu……" Francis whispered, taking a few slow steps forward. Gilbert eyed Francis a bit.
"Sherioushly…your shtarting to shcare me." Gilbert said, a little uncomfortable with his friends behavior.
"Francis. What is the matter?" Arthur asked.
"…Matthieu…" Francis said in a breathless manner, feeling his heart stop for just a moment. Arthur furrowed his brows in confusion.
"Matthieu? Francis what are you talking about?" Arthur said, demanding an explanation from the spaced out Frenchman.
"Matthieu!" Francis shouted, waving his arm to get attention. There, in the foggy distance was a frantic looking Mathieu, with a look of fear and anxiety on his features. As soon as Matthieu heard his name being called he stopped dead in his tracks, looking around for the source.
"MATTHIEU!" Francis called again. Matthieu locked eyes with his big brother and gasped, never thinking that he would actually find him again.
"Francis…" he whispered, covering his mouth. Francis took off into a sprint, racing towards his younger brother.
"Matthieu! Matthieu!!" he shouted as he came closer, heart pounding with adrenaline. Not even caring if he ran into anyone. Matthieu started running as best as he could, tripping a bit as he did. He was too weak to really get too far before Francis locked him into a tight and long awaited embrace, wrapping his arms around the frail boy's body, falling to his knees with Matthieu in his arms.
"Mon dieu Matthieu…vous-êtes vivant…vous-êtes vivant!" Francis said, feeling tears falling from his delicate blue eyes. Matthieu couldn't help himself from weeping, letting the tears fall from his own eyes, staining Francis' coat in the process.
"F-Frère!" he said in a broken voice, clutching onto Francis for dear life, afraid to even let go. Francis placed a gentle kiss on his brothers forehead before hugging him again.
"Oh Matthieu ... vous m'avez manqué tellement ... je ne vais jamais vous laisser hors de ma vue ! " he said. His own voice starting to break as well as he continued to whisper the same thing over and over again.
"Je vous ai manqué tellement…Je vous ai manqué tellement… "
Arthur looked at Antonio with a look of slight concern.
"Antonio?" he asked, grabbing the Spaniards attention.
"Si?" he said as he made eye contact with the Brit.
"Isn't…isn't that…Francis' younger brother?" he asked, pointing in the direction of the two embracing brothers. Antonio gave a small smile and nodded slightly.
"But…that means that…" he said, unable to finish his sentence as he looked over at Francis and Matthieu again.
"Why did he not tell me this before?" he asked, confused as to why Francis would keep this secret from him. Antonio shrugged his shoulders.
"Who knows. He did not tell either of us it seems…maybe he didn't want us to worry?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Arthur. Arthur sighed and shook his head slightly. He jumped slightly when Gilbert clamped his hands down on his and Antonio's shoulder.
"Vell I'm glad he haz hiz little bruder back. Come on! Lets go!." he said, pushing past the two of them and heading over to Francis, who was speaking to Matthieu. Total mood killer.
"je suis tellement désolé, Mathieu. " he said, brushing away a few tears from his brothers face. Matthieu shook his head and took in a deep breath.
"F-Francis…j'ai b-besoin de votre aide ." he said, trying to get his voice under control. Francis held Matthieu's face, looking at him lovingly.
"Oui…oui…qu'est-ce que c'est, Mathieu? Matthieu?" he asked.
As Matthieu explained to Francis of the situation at hand the other approached them.
"Francis. Why didn't you tell me about-" Arthur began to ask but was interrupted by Francis.
"Arthur!" he said, standing up abruptly and grabbing onto Arthur's arms, a look of worry written all over his face. Arthur looked at him quizzically.
"Francis…what is it? He asked, feeling uncomfortable with the situation.
"It's…it's (Name)." he said. Arthur eyes widened a bit before he narrowed his eyes a bit.
"What about her?" he asked in a stern tone. Francis swallowed hard before speaking.
"Cruz's …'e wants you to be at Pinnacle Cave within three 'ours or else-"
"Or else what?!" Arthur said in a raised voice, interrupting Francis.
"Or…or else…sh-she will die mon ami." Francis said in a worried tone. At this Arthur's eyes widened in rage.
"WHAT?!" he shouted, causing Francis to let go in surprise. Arthur pulled his pistol from its holder.
"Where is he?!" he said, looking around in all directions.
"P-Please Monsieur." Matthieu said, mustering up as much courage as he could. Arthur looked down at Matthieu, anger in his features.
"Where is she?" he asked again, trying to keep his voice down. Matthieu gulped and brushed some hair behind his ear.
"I-I suspect that it is a trap. He wants you to come and is using Mademoiselle (Name) as bait to trap you." he said, to timid to even look at Arthur. Arthur growled and walked a few steps away, punching the brick wall nearest him.
"Blast it!" he said, biting his bottom lip, sighing heavily before lowering his head in frustration.
"Its not over yet amigo." Antonio said, approaching Arthur "He doesn't know that were working together. I'll bet he doesn't even know I'm here." he said, smirking slightly. Arthur slowly opened his eyes and looked over at Antonio.
"Your right…" he said quietly, thinking for a moment. A grin slowly crossed Arthur's face as a plan came to mind.
"I've got an idea." he said, placing his gun back in its holster.
"Please Monsieur. You must be careful. He has men stationed all around the cave as well as inside. The five of us wouldn't stand a chance." Matthieu said, lowering his head.
"You mean the four of us." Francis said, giving his little brother a stern look. Matthieu looked up at his older brother.
"I forbid you from jointing this fight Matthieu. It's too dangerous." he said.
"He's right amigo." Antonio said "Even between the four of us we wont stand a chance.
"Ve need back up und a plan." Gilbert said, furrowing his brows at the situation.
"A plan I have." Arthur said, looking at the four men in front of him "And a crew is what we have as backup." A grin slowly made its way onto Arthur's face, as did the others. Except for Matthieu, who was still shaken up from everything.
"Letsh give zis idiot a run for hish money, eh?" Gilbert said, drawing his sword. Francis drew his and placed it forward.
"To the end." Francis said.
"Together." Antonio said, drawing his and doing the same. The three of them looked at Arthur, waiting for his next move. Arthur drew his sword and held it in front of his face.
Together…and to the end…We shall be victorious."
"What do you mean I can't help you with this!?" Peter said in surprise as Matthieu was led into Arthur's cabin by Francis.
"Its too dangerous for you Peter. That's why Matthieu here will be staying with you as well." Arthur said as Matthieu stood by Peter's side, Francis speaking consolingly to him to calm his nerves.
"Its not fair!" Peter said, stomping his foot "I want to help! I want to help!"
Arthur sighed, looking over at Peter who looked upset.
"You never let me help with anything anymore!" he said, tears threatening to spill from his blue eyes. Arthur looked over and watched as Francis gave Matthieu an affectionate hug goodbye. Sighing, Arthur approached Peter slowly, holding Peters face in his hands.
"I've already lost two people I love to this man Peter." he said, sliding his hands to Peters small shoulders.
"I don't want that to happen again."
With that Arthur gave Peter a hug, giving Peter quite a shock. He couldn't remember the last time Arthur had hugged him.
"I love you Peter." he whispered, letting go of Peter and smiling down at him, ruffling his hair before placing his hat back on his head. Peter sniffed a bit, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.
"J-Just go and save miss (Name) you big wanker." Peter said, cracking a smile himself. Arthur chuckled before he and Francis left Peter and Matthieu alone in his cabin. Peter looked at Matthieu, and Matthieu did the same.
"So…now what?" Matthieu asked.
You sat there, feeling helpless as you were. You were so sure, so confident that you could get out of this situation that you didn't even take any precautions about your situation or about Cruz. You thought you could handle it all. Now look at where you were. Sitting bait, part of a plan that you wanted no part of. Now, because of you, someone was going to die. Maybe even yourself. How would this change the future? If Arthur died who knows what sort of strange events might not take place. What if he was an ancestor of someone really important?! Then there was you. What if you died? Would your parents even remember that you had at one point been alive? Or would they forget about you? Would your brothers forget about you? Would Alfred forget about you? The more you thought about this the more saddened you became.
'How could I let this happen?' you asked yourself
'Why wasn't I more careful? Why? Why?!'
You became suddenly very upset with yourself. Overwhelmed with self loathing and criticizing.
'Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! You just haaaad to be so cocky didn't you?! Now look at you!' Your thought became more and more criticizing until you had to stop yourself. With a sigh you made one wish. One feeble, fleeting wish. You weren't even sure if it would work or not. But it was the only thing you could do. Your only hope.
'I wish that Arthur would just forget about coming here. I wish he won't find me.' you wished, not wanting anyone to get hurt because of you. You were ready to take full responsibility for your foolish actions.
A sudden noise in the distance broke you out of your train of thought. It sounded like…footsteps? It certainly didn't sound like the familiar water coming in on you at the moment. You opened your eyes and continued to listen. The footsteps sounded like they were getting closer and closer.
'Oh no…don't tell me!' you thought, almost too afraid to lift your head up. But with every ounce of will power you had you, you looked up to see the one person you didn't want to see. There, in the distance was a very familiarly red clad Pirate.
'No! He came! Why did he have to come!?' you thought to yourself as a feeling of intense dread came over you, much like the water which was now at your waist. When Arthur spotted you he couldn't help but gasp at your pitiful sight.
"(Name)!" he shouted, rushing towards you. You shook your head and tried in vain to free yourself from your bonds.
"No Arthur! It's a trap!" you shouted, but that is not what left your lips.
"It's alright! I'm coming!" he said as he entered the rising tide pool, water splashing as he did his best to run in the water. You felt tears pricking at your eyes as you shook your head frantically. A wave of emotions welling inside of you.
"No! Go back! It's a trap!" you shouted with all your might, hoping it would come out clear and obvious instead of muffled. But he didn't hear you and continued toward you.
"Thank god your alright!" he said as he was almost about to reach you. But a sinister laugh echoing off the cave walls stopped Arthur dead in his tracks. He knew that laugh. It had haunted his dreams for years, tormenting him all this time. Arthur gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes.
"Cruz" he said bitterly, knowing his enemy was close by. All you could do was close your eyes in painful defeat. Against all your efforts to save Arthur, you couldn't. He had fallen into Cruz's trap just like the Cuban wanted.
"Hwell, hwell, hwell. It's been a hwhile runt." Cruz said as he came out of hiding behind a rock mass. Arthur turned to face him, emerald eyes burning into his dark umber ones.
"Too long if you ask me." Arthur retorted, reaching for his pistol.
"Ah, ah, ah." Cruz said, waging his finger at Arthur as if he were scolding a small child.
"I hwouldn't do that if I hwere chu."
Arthur scoffed at Cruz, tilting his head down a bit.
"And give me one good reason why I shouldn't." he said in a bitter voice, suppressing the urge to shoot him in the head right then and there. Cruz chuckled again, a sinister glint in his eye.
"Because." he said "Chu hwouldn't hwant chour little chica here to get…hurt hwould chu?" he said. As soon as he said the word 'hurt' one of his men came up from behind you and placed a sword by your throat, tilting your head back with his other hand. Arthur turned when he heard some commotion behind him. He gasped when he saw what was going on.
'No!' he thought. Watching the terror in your eyes and the fear on your face was enough to make him lose his cool. But he couldn't for fear of your safety. He clenched his jaw and removed his hand from his pistol as Cruz laughed.
"That's a good boy. Now toss your hweapons." he demanded "Or hwould chu like to see hwhat hwould happen if you didn't?"
The man holding the sword to your throat brought it against the skin, causing you to take in a sharp breath.
"No!" Arthur shouted, reaching toward you.
"I hwont repeat myself." Cruz said, pointing to the spot by his feet. Arthur glared at the man holding you as he disarmed the cutlass from his belt and the pistol from its holder, throwing them both by Cruz's feet. Cruz grinned, kicking Arthur's weapons aside.
"Now what?" Arthur said in a demanding tone. Cruz gave Arthur a crocked grin. As soon as Arthur spoke he was hit on the head from behind, causing him to fall into the water beneath him. You screamed to him but could do nothing to help him as he was pulled out of the water by another one of Cruz's men, who had Arthur in a head lock.
"No, no, no, no, NO!" you yelled as you too were picked up and thrown over the shoulder of the man who had his sword to your throat a moment ago. Arthur coughed and gasped for air.
"(N-Name)!" he shouted weakly as he was dragged as well. Cruz laughed as you were placed by his feet, wiggling and thrashing in the process. He smiled and began stroking your head as if you were a pet of some sorts. It made you shudder in disgust, wanting him to stop touching you immediately. You watched as the pirate joined the other in holding Arthur back a stones throw away from where you were. Arthur struggled against the two men, giving them slight trouble in holding him back. When Arthur saw Cruz touching you a look of hatred filled his eyes.
"Get your filthy hands off of her!" he yelled, lunging forward as best as he could. Wanting nothing more then to throttle the man in front of him.
"Hwhats the matter Arthur? Do you care about this chica?" he asked, kneeling down and slowly grabbed your throat, putting slight pressure on it. You struggled to get free but to no avail.
"Does he care about you princesa?" he asked, chuckling as he squeezed your throat some more, causing you to choke.
"No!" Arthur yelled, struggling against the two men even more "No! Don't hurt her! Please! Do with me what you will but don't harm her!" he pleaded, meeting your eyes. He was looking at you in a way you had never seen before.
'Does he really care about me that much?' you thought, amazed at how protective Arthur was being over you. Alfred was protective of you, but for some reason with Arthur it made you feel a little fuzzy inside, though you weren't quite sure why. Cruz laughed at Arthur's pathetic attempts to escape as he removed his hand from your throat. You cringed back when his rough fingers began to brush the hair away from your face.
"Please." Arthur pleaded once more "Harm me. Not her. Do you hear me? Harm me instead!" he shouted, vainly trying to escape the hold he was in.
"Oh I intend to harm you Arthur." he said, tilting his head to the side as he looked at you
"Make no mistake about that." With that he stood up and removed the dagger from his belt, inspecting it as he did hours ago. He grinned and lifted his eyes toward Arthur, who was still struggling against Cruz's men. He chuckled, taking slow steps toward Arthur with the dagger in hand.
"Chu know hwhat this is?" he said, lifting the weapon to Arthur's eye level as he stood off some distance. Arthur stopped struggling for a moment and furrowed his brows.
"O…Of course I know what that is! It's a dagger you-!"
"Not just any dagger." Cruz said, interrupting Arthur before he could insult him.
"This is the dagger I used to kill chour papa hwith." he said, slowly looking up at Arthur with a grin on his features, who now had a shocked expression on his face. One that quickly turned to anger.
"No." he said, voice cracking as his emotions got the better of him. Cruz laughed at Arthur's state of being.
"Si." he said, holding the dagger up as if it were the holy grail. Turning it in his hand and smiling as if he were reminiscing on old memories.
"Chour father hwas a coward chu know.." he said, looking back to Arthur "He begged on his knees for me to spare him."
Arthur shook his head in anger.
"No!" he shouted.
"And the look on his face hwhen I plunged this dagger into his heart-"
"SHUT IT! HE WAS NOT A COWARD!" Arthur shouted as it echoed off the cave walls, interrupting Cruz in an angry outburst. His face twisted into a pained expression. You had never seen Arthur so upset before. The anger. The hurt in eyes. His trembling jaw. It made your heart clench. You could have sworn you saw tears threatening to spill from his eyes. You furrowed your brows in anger as well, telling Cruz off. You didn't care if no one could understand what you were saying. Just as long as everyone knew you were defending Arthur.
Cruz laughed and came closer to Arthur until he was a foot away from his face.
"Pathetic." he whispered. "Just like chour papa."
With rage still pulsing through his veins Arthur spat in his face, thoroughly disgusted with him. Cruz glared at him and drew his fist back, punching Arthur in the face. Splitting his lip once again. Arthur didn't yell in pain like you had expected him to. Arthur refused to allow Cruz to hear him in any more pain then he already was in. Instead he drew his head up and spat blood off to the side. He glared Cruz in the eye.
Cruz smiled again and took a few steps back.
"It's a shame I couldn't see chour face hwhen I killed chour parents. I'm sure it hwould have been priceless." he said as he turned around and headed back in your direction.
"You sick wanker!" Arthur hissed, venom dripping with every word he spoke. Cruz chuckled and stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to Arthur.
"But since I can't turn back time." he said, slowly letting his gaze fall back onto you. You squirmed under the uncomfortable look he was giving you.
"I'll just have to savor it now, now hwon't I?" he said as he slowly made his way toward you. Arthur's eyes widened in fear.
"NO!!" he shouted, ripping one of his arms free as he lunged forward, only to be yanked back and restrained once again.
"NO! We had a deal Cruz! You were only to harm me!" he shouted, clenching his fists so tight that his knuckles turned white. Cruz laughed as he came behind you, caressing the top of your head before yanking you up by your hair. Causing you to let out a muffled yell as the pain spread across your scalp.
"Oh but I am hurting you Arthur." he said as he brought the blade close to your cheek. You began to have a panic attack, unable to control your breathing. You thrashed to the side in a feeble attempt to get away. But Cruz pulled you back and held you in place, his arm wrapped around your waist in a vice like grip, restraining any movements. He shushed you in a soft manner, as if to say it was going to be okay. Which you clearly knew it wouldn't be.
"Tell me Arthur." Cruz said, lifting his head to look at Arthur. "Have chu ever had to hwatch someone you care about die?" he asked. Arthur had a look of pleading worry on his face as his eyes quickly shot to you. Cruz gave him a toothy smile in return.
"Chour about to." he said as he brought the knife closer to your neck. Arthur couldn't wait another second.
"FORMATION!" he shouted with all his might. This caught Cruz off guard, causing him to furrow his brows and look up. Within seconds, Antonio, Gilbert and Francis, along with a good number of crewmembers, came bursting in, taking down Cruz's men who were stationed at the entrance of the cave. Within seconds the whole place was in a commotion. A bullet shot the dagger away from Cruz's hand causing him to yell in surprise. You were lucky the bullet hadn't hit you. You looked over to see Ian with his pistol still aimed and a smirk on his face. You smiled as best as you could with a cloth tied around your face. Cruz growled and threw you to the ground.
"Chu sneaky little brat." he growled before he drew his sword and marched over to Arthur. You blinked a few times and shook your head, clearing your vision. When you saw Cruz heading toward Arthur you panicked.
"Arthur!" you cried, still muffled by the cloth. He was still struggling with the two men who held him. Cruz swung his sword at Arthur's head only to have another sword block the attack. You gasped and saw that it was Antonio. And boy did he look ticked.
"Now that's not very sportsman like." he said as he thrust his sword forward, sending Cruz back a few steps. The two of them stood there glaring at each other, swords drawn and ready for anything. Gilbert and Francis came up from behind the two pirates holding Arthur and knocked them over the head before letting them taste six inches of steel. The two men fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. Arthur, glad to be free, looked over at Francis and then to Gilbert.
"Thank you." he said, a bit breathless from all that had happened. Francis smiled at him.
"Not a problem." he said. Gilbert slapped Arthur's back, causing him to stumble forward a bit.
"Your helpless visout us!" he said, grinning. Arthur suppressed a groan and stood up right, using his sleeve to wipe away the blood that was leaking from his lip. Meanwhile Antonio and Cruz were still glaring at each other. Antonio narrowing his eyes even more.
"Cerdo Cubano." he hissed.
"Perro Español!" Cruz retorted back. Antonio spat at his shoes, causing Cruz to thrust his sword at Antonio. Arthur quickly grabbed Francis' sword and blocked the attack. Cruz turned his gaze to Arthur, who was giving him the most menacing look he could muster.
"Your fight…is with me!" he said in a dark tone. Cruz grinned and looked at Antonio.
"Fine." he said, removing his sword from Arthur's and taking a step back.
"Have it chour way." he said in a calm voice. Just then he lunged at Arthur, swinging at his side, Arthur blocked it just in time before he was cut in half.
"You three go and help the others! Leave this trash to me" he said, spitting out the word 'trash'.
Meanwhile, as this was going on you were crawling as best as you could to where Cruz had kicked Arthur's sword and pistol. You were focusing on cutting yourself free so you wouldn't become a sitting duck. You grunted as you half crawled half hopped. It wasn't exactly the easiest thing to for two reasons. Number one, not only were your hands tied behind your back, but your ankles were as well. And reason number two, there was an all out fight going on all around you. You couldn't even count how many people were in the cave at the moment. Either way you were trying to scoot over undetected. You tried to shield your eyes from the sight of people being stabbed or shot at. It made you feel a bit queasy. You really didn't like violence, especially when it was so vivid and realistic. This was something you were sure not to forget very easily. As you pushed your body against the hard rocky ground, skin being rubbed to the point of being raw, you managed to make it to your destination undetected. That was a good thing too.
Furrowing your brows in concentration you propped yourself upright so you were in a sitting position. You scooted around so that your back was facing Arthur's cutlass. With careful concentration and a little butt scooting you were now sitting on the hilt of the sword. Which was not comfortable in anyway shape or form. Then, placing your wrists on either side of the blade, you did your best at pushing the ropes against the blade in a sawing motion. Trying to cut away at the rope restraints. You kept your eyes on anyone who might be aware of what you were doing. Thankfully Cruz was kind enough to kick it behind a medium sized bolder so you were pretty well hidden. You struggled against the ropes due to the fact that your hands were tied behind your back, but you kept at it until you could hear the ropes start to snap and give way. This brightened up your determination. With one last snap you were able to pull your wrists free, pulling them to your face to inspect the damage. You groaned in pain as your shoulders gave a slight throbbing sensation.
'Well my shoulders are sore and my wrists are rubbed raw from those stupid ropes…at least I'm alive.' you thought as you used your hands to spin around, facing the sword. Swallowing the lump of fear in your throat, you grabbed the cutlass slowly and began to bring it toward the ropes tied around your ankles. You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
'Come on (Name). You can do this. Your in control.' you said, giving yourself a little pep talk. You scrunched your brows together as you powered through your childhood fear, sawing away at the ropes to gain your freedom. The more you did it the less bad it seemed and the less fearful you became.
'H-Hey! This isn't so bad!' you said confidently. As soon as the ropes snapped free though you dropped the cutlass. Not really wanting to handle it any more then you had to. You pulled your hands behind your head and untied the cloth wrapped around your mouth. You took in a deep breath, allowing fresh air to refresh your lungs. You tossed the cloth aside and stood up slowly, sore muscles slowing your movements for a second.
'I can't just stand here and do nothing.' you concluded as you watched the fight continue, cries of pain and yelling filling the air. You covered your mouth and looked away in disgust as you witnessed one of Arthur's men break another man's neck.
'I've got to get out of here.' you said to yourself as you quickly and quietly slinked out from behind the boulder, making a break for the tide pool. You entered into it and quickly ducked down. You could still hear the noises of the fight even under water. You lifted your head above the shallow pool and hid behind the rock you were once sitting on as bait. As you watched the scene in front of you an idea popped into your head.
'I'm going to do things my way.' you thought as you grabbed Arthur's hat as it floated by you. Placing it atop your head you narrowed your eyes in Cruz's direction as he fought with Arthur.
'If it's a fight Cruz wants. Then it's a fight he'll get.' you concluded as you slinked away from the scene and towards Arthur's ship.
"Your not the only on who can fight dirty pal. Time to make this canary sing"