Nahuatl only didn't squirm because of years of discipline. The young man remained as regal as he could pinned to the dirty ground. Of course being laughed at while under imminent death didn't make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Yet he wouldn't give up. Couldn't. No matter what he was coming out on top. He had no qualms about killing, or even maiming, either of these women. Though he was beginning to think the one on him wasn't alive. And his suspicions were confirmed by the loquacious woman. Witch. Nahuatl tagged her.

Nahuatl watched the talking woman even after she had fallen silent. She wanted him to speak, yet his words were his most powerful weapon. If he played them right. He could blast the girl-doll off him with one word. Yet such power would encompass him also. And he had no desire to be burnt to a crisp. 

"[color=f9ad81]Even you said that I am not much cleaner than you are. What makes you think I have anything you'd so desire [i]Witch[/i][/color]?" He spat out the last word. "[color=f9ad81]You're even worse off than a Bandit. But you wont kill me.[/color]" Nahuatl continued without giving her a chance to speak unless she spoke over him, in which he'd just continue talking also. "[color=f9ad81]Do you know why?[/color]" Nahuatl grinned. It wasn't a pleasant grin. Someone one compared his smile to a jackal's right before it ate you.