James walked around to the source of the voice, and pushed the door open. A strange man was holding Anya at knifepoint. Why was he here? What did he want? Why wasn't Elric a better babysitter? None of these questions mattered, pushed aside by a sinking feeling, deep in his gut. His teeth grit and his body grew tight, as his eyes narrowed, growing cold.

[i]Ochs.[/i] He pointed the blade at his foe, placing the hilt near his cheek.

"I'm only going to tell you once." he growled.
"Leave now, and I won't kill you."