An undying fire burned inside Gareth. They were taking an enormous shot in the dark. Nobody else could save them if their plan failed. But Harker knew they'd spend forever on the run if they didn't kill the man right there, right then. The man didn't take the bait, unwavering in his demands, and yet to Gareth it seemed as if Eva were to tenaciously pursue the protection of the trio. The young man screamed on the inside for help, for the man standing before them and coming dangerously close to die where he stood. His ambitions for their survival transcended that of a mortal man, and for a moment he felt a godlike rage and aura of defense pulse through him, adrenaline racing through his body. The tension raised hairs on this skin as the standoff continued, and the half-elf found himself helpless to do nothing else beyond seek refuge in his beliefs. Would the Spirits save them, or would they be forsaken? The hand on his drawn bow that remained frozen began to tremble with hesitation, and the brunet struggled to compose himself.