"I'm the one asking the questions! Not you Mon'keigh! Now speak." Ithera demanded, the Witchblade pressing tighter against his throat.
*eadstabba kicks the man in the ribs with his tiny foot, doing no real damage but making the man grunt* "answer ya git!"
He took a few deep breaths, still scared. "Im working with you, E-Eldar." He knew Eldar were graceful, but now they never seemed more deadly.