The screaming had stopped.  Was the battle over?  Had they lost?  Were they surrendering, or had they simply been captured?  No, not captured yet.  The man had threatened him should he fire his gun again, but Cecil still [i]had[/i] his gun.  So the ball, as it were, was in his court.  

Cecil got up to his knees, but kept his gun obediently pointed toward the ground.  

"What.." Cecil swallowed, realizing suddenly that he was addressing the man with the sword, "What are, um, you going to do... with the tru... with us?"