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[Color=green]"Shi-!"[/color]

Finnegan cried out as he slammed face first into the floor; his knife and impromptu bludgeon spiraling out of his hands as he would be jerked back suddenly straight into the spider creature’s bosom. The Apostle opened his his mouth to scream; fully expecting the monster to sink it's venomous fangs into his skull, but that too would would be nipped at the bud as a rough grip seized the back of his collar and threw him to the ground. 

[Color=green]"Ach!"[/color]

Battered and exhausted; the rush of Adrenaline having finally run it's course, Finnegan seemed to deflate-- a low, protracted groan leaking past his lips. Slowly he sat himself upright, left hand clamped tightly around his nose to stem the steady stream of blood that had started to flow forth.

Glancing about the room, Finnegan resigned himself with a sigh.  Even if he were to make another attempt to run, it was obvious he wouldn't make far.

And after witnessing what that spider-thing had done to the undead, the last thing he wanted was to give the two strangers reason to further restrain him.

After listening silently two what the women had to say, Finn would accept Atzi's hand; albeit cautiously. [Color=green]"Finnegan Connors of Rheane's Apostles. Militaman and East Gatekeeper. Came here from Aventhrone on an expedition I think... It's all a bit fuzzy though, can't remember all the details."[/color]

Hefting to his feet with a grunt Finn would then look to Achel, [Color=green]"You. Mon- er... Achel? You're a follower of Rifelshka then? I dont know much about your Goddess, but I know she takes promises [b][i]very[/i][/b] seriously. Before I trust going anywhere with either of you-- I want you to swear on your Goddess' name that you dont intend to use in some kind necromantic ritual or want to keep me as some kind of breeding slave like the Valtem."[/color]

He approached where his blade lay, switching the hand keeping pressure on his nose as he bent over to retrieve it once more. Finnegan paused as he straighted his posture once more, having become faintly aware of a slight buzzing in his right palm; words he could only barely recall popping into his head as he'd absentmindedly repeat them under his breath.

He turned back to face Atzi and Achel, his hand falling away from holding his nose as he'd address the two.

[color=green]"Now where God's name am I?"[/color]