"Oh god not this again... ZAIDA??" Angder yelled. "What exactly are you going to do with me"
Angder lifted an arm feebly, but at this stage it was actually an act. he was no longer as injured as he pretended. Oh he was in no state to fight. (How the heck did Zaida heal so fast anyway?) But he could certainly walk... maybe even run. He was starting to feel the bullet wounds now. one in the leg, one in the arm. He winced as the monks robes brushed against his injured arm.
Still, as long as the monk was here, he was, in a strange way, safe. The monk would not let Zaida kill him. funny how "Good" acts often actually benefit evil.