"Demo, I was told you hunted here. Ah, what a fine buck! You never miss, do you?"
"Theresa, go home! Quickly!"
He stood erect, stepped between her and the swordsman.
The latter smiled, swished his sword through the air in melodramatic gesture. "Not so quickly, my lady. We haven't yet been properly introduced. Boy, where are your manners?"
Theresa shrank back, took a deep breath, turned toward the forest.
"You run, the boy dies!" Dionysius' voice was gruff, angry.
Slowly she turned back, eyes wide with fear as she glanced at
Demo.
"Theresa, run! Now!"
She obeyed!
"Boy, you call for your own death!" Dionysius growled angrily.