[Funkduder]

Although Michael was calmed, slightly by the words of Mehetabel, he raised his gun at the threat made by Na'lsa. "You will not desecrate the peace made by these people of good will!" he said, resolved to protect the girl more than the actual group. As much as he wished to trust in fate, enchanted by the voice of the woman, his mind wrapped rationality around the infatuation. He was a breaker of faith in his past profession, and those who remained in trust would die, and without a god of any sort to justly govern the souls of the departed, dying quickly became an even more unfortunate fate than was feared.