"Why don't we just talk like this," Gwen returned, still suspicious of the man. "We'll decide whether we let you go or not depending based on our nice, little 'discussion'."

Gwen walked up closer to the man and glared at him intensely. "Listen, I don't know who you are, but we're the good guys. So if you're fighting against the Vygorns, going after us is pretty counter-productive. Now, you're not in the position to be telling us what to do so I recommend you give us some answers now or else I'll feed you to the dragon."

The last part was just a bluff, but Gwen was getting sick of other people messing with her. Her palms filled with light energy and she held one of them up to the man's throat and the rest at whoever else was left, moving it so it would have pointed at everyone at least once. Maybe it wasn't really necessary, but damn, it felt good.