'You'll see that it's faded,'
"I want to help you-"
Rose said with an urgent tone.
Her arm was locked in his firm vampiric grip.
"Why should I trust you, witch?!"
Her eyes pleaded and she winced at the hold.
"Keep your voice down! Please understand-"
"Understand that you're the one who caused everything? Aren't you the one who let the evil tyrant Blake into this world?! I should kill you!"
"What's going on here?"
A low, masculine voice called, with a slight tone of concern. His short, light brown curly hair was first noticed by Marshal; His presence gave Rose a slight shiver in fear.
Rose's eyes were glued onto Luke as his expression turned into a scowl, whispering a few words of their home language under his breath before a bright spell was cast in the direction of the vampire.
Marshal hissed as he tried not to let Rose out of his grasp, especially with her struggle to be released.
He left her no choice but to force him off with a blast of light energy, singing his arm and parts of his face for a few seconds.
Marshal was knocked back, and Luke held his palm facing his enemy ready to cast. The vampires eyes darted from Luke to Rose, holding the emotions confusion and hurt.
Rose looked to Luke with pleading eyes.
Wincing at the realization of what Rose wanted to do, the magister fiercely stated, "He's lost our trust. We have no use for him."
He watched her walk right up to the vampire who was on his knees holding his regenerating arm.
Rose looked back at Luke before placing a thumb on Marshal's forehead.
"We must continue to try,"
She began, her eye color fading into a luminescent pinkish white.
"If we wish to defeat Blake."
He struggled to accept the psychological invitation at first, but reluctantly opened the door.
Marshal's mind raced as he saw the truth of everything.