"I don't like people who talk too much," he said as he channeled mana through his revolver once more. "Get on your knees. Now."
Nimue kept her amused smile, lifting her hands in surrender as she gracefully descended to the ground. Her movements were almost fluid and slow like a dancer putting on a performance rather than someone at the mercy of a loaded gun.
Isaac, however, wasn't entertained. His gaze locked onto her, his grip around his revolver. That smug little smile of hers was starting to get on his nerves.
"I said, get on your knees," he repeated, as he aimed the barrel at her.
Nimue tilted her head. "On my knees? Oh, but I'd rather not ruin my dress," she said with a playful giggle. "I did just surrender, didn't I? Shouldn't that be enough?"
Isaac wasn't buying it. There was no way someone like her would surrender this easily—not without a game in mind. It really looked like a trap than anything else. "Why did you attack Cateran?" He asked.