"...And I'd assume if I don't come willingly you'll just overpower me anyway?"
"Hf-"
Logan looked for an opening or anything of the sort-he could find nothing-the naga's long, rope like coils of tail didn't allow even the slightest hint of light through them-he was trapped and there was nothing he could do. He sank back on the makeshift mattress with a small sigh, head in his hands as he wondered-when would the naga eat him? How long would it take-why hadn't he yet-maybe he liked to torture his prey, maybe he wanted to eat all the humans at once-just to make them watch each other die...he shuddered at the thought.
Well then-
A steady stream of curses flowed out of Roman's mouth as he kicked pebbles and twigs out of his way, hands balled into fists. He was caught between terror, sadness, shock, and anger. He'd settled on anger-he found it more productive. They could've at least left him his daggers-they'd taken all of his weapons, even the little knife he'd hidden in his boot-everything was gone. He had no way to defend himself. Damn them. Damn them all-the scabs on his lip and his crusted over black eye oozed and throbbed, and despite the pain it gave him a smug sense of satisfaction-at least he hadn't gone down without a fight. And he wouldn't go down without a fight now-he'd lasted four hours in these woods-he'd last four hours more. Blasted naga be damned.