Robert grasped the witch firmly, his grip unyielding as she struggled to break free. Despite her valiant efforts, her strength was no match for his supernatural power. With a firm grasp on her jaw, he forced her gaze towards the nearby table, where a half-turned werewolf lay motionless. The creature's body was caught in mid-transformation, it's limbs twisted and distorted.
Leaning close to her ear, Robert whispered,
"Care to tell me what's wrong with my werewolf friend?" but the witch didn't move or make any attempt on answering his question. Her eyes flashed with defiance, a soak of resistance that seemed to dare him to try and break her. Despite the dire circumstances, she refused to back down, he gaze holding a steadfast determination that bordered on bravery. With a calculated calmne
