Tomas stiffens and then relaxes. He doesn't lower his own blades, but he's not as aggressive anymore.
"Should have figured you'd be with her." He mutters. "What do you want, old man?"
"I'm gonna need you to drop your weapons."
"No. Fuck you."
Roland's blade presses closer to Tomas' neck, and the younger man swallows. I can see his jaw working, and his muscles flexing.
"That sound like a polite request, boy?"
Tomas is quiet a moment. "No." He finally says. "But fuck you."
The knife moves to press closer to Tomas' throat and he flinches slightly. "I'm not telling you again." Roland says.
Tomas is silent for a moment, before he grits his teeth. As if he's actually wasting the time trying to calculate whether he can handle Roland when already lost.
As arrogant as I've ever seen, really.
"You want me to lower my blade before her?" He asks.
"I want you to lower your blade, or I'm gonna have to cut your head off. Don't think either of us wants that."
