Gregory Lawrence was confused, "Wait, weren't you the one taken hostage?"
Hannah had no words in response.
Gregory looked up, taking in the sight of Hannah with a sword, and then at the man in a black robe with the sword against his throat.
He likely... misread the situation.
"Carry on."
He said it and was about to walk away.
His head swimming, he didn't see where he was going and bumped right into the direction of the man in the black robe, who caught him cleanly.
With her sword now useless as a threat, Hannah could only shout, "Let go of Gregory!"
The man in the black robe has his gaunt hand clasped tightly around Gregory's neck.
A feeling of suffocation came over him, Gregory's face turned red, and his hands flapped wildly, "Han... Hannah, save... save me!"
"Gregory, are you an idiot!"
He barrels into things without even looking.
Gregory couldn't speak anymore.
He might actually be an idiot.