"Do it," Jaxon replied without hesitation. His gaze firm.
The woman paused, surprised. Then she let out a short laugh. "At least wipe the sweat off your face if you want to sound convincing."
She then pulled back her bow and slowly lowered it.
Seeing that, Jaxon let out a quiet breath. In truth, he didn't know if she was reckless enough to shoot. If she did, he could only try his best to dodge. An arrow was slower than a bullet, so maybe he could dodge it? Maybe.
"Natasha, lower your gun too," Jaxon said.
"Are you sure?" Natasha asked, her grip still tight. "She's dangerous."
"I know, that's why we shouldn't escalate this into a fight."
After a moment, Natasha moved to his side, passing the woman with caution, her pistol ready to fire at any moment.
"This is my sister, Natasha," Jaxon said, keeping his voice calm. "Like I said earlier, we live nearby and are checking the area. If you are also doing the same, then we can forget what happened and go our own ways."
