"What if I don't?"
His voice was calm, but the pressure behind it was terrifying.
Baltar could not take it anymore. He pulled his sword halfway out of its sheath and screamed.
"I've had enough! If you don't come with us peacefully, then I wi—"
He froze.
Ethan was no longer standing a hundred meters away.His figure just blurred.
It was so fast that he wasn't able to notice it and now.
He was right in front of him.
Deadly intent crushed down on Baltar like a mountain. Ethan's eyes were cold and merciless.
"Yes," Ethan said quietly. "Tell me what you are going to do if I don't come."
He leaned closer.
"But before you draw your sword, remember one thing. The moment you unsheathe it, I swear on my honor, regardless of my future fate, you two will be buried in coffins."
"Right now and right here."
Baltar ignored the warning and tried to grab his sword to draw it and raised his chin with a hateful look.
But just as he looked up,his entire body seemed to come to standstill.
