There was no stopping him. As she watched the Elf move through the narrow alleyway with the grace and speed of a falcon descending upon its prey, Marti could only watch, half in captivation of the spectacle before her and half in fear that she herself would become an unnecessary victim of this altercation, especially as she heard bones snap sickeningly within the fray. What assistance could she offer, against an opponent like him? His ability to disable the others without even breaking a sweat was a skill she could never even hope to learn, much less fight against.
The sound of the agents thudding to the ground, bodies smacking against the pavement with a crunch, broke her from her reverie, long enough to realize the true danger she was in. A single step away was all she was able to take, however, before the slim blade was at her throat. The slight movement of her jugular vein against the cold and razor-sharp metal of the sword made her hesitant to take too large of a breath of air, lest she end up cutting herself by accident. Death by accidental slitting of the throat was not how she wanted to be remembered, although death at the hands of the Bethmoora Prince seemed far more likely at this point.
It took her a moment to find her voice, and she refrained from shaking her head in answer to him. “No. The agent who was speaking to you, he was the one in charge.” From the underlying tone of her voice, one of exasperation, it was clear that she harboured no admiration of the Neanderthal-esque man. As far as she was concerned, he got what he deserved, and none too soon as well.
"Why didn’t you kill them?" Now she spoke with more power to her voice, her eyes no longer focused on the blade but upon the one wielding it. "I know you’ve killed humans before without batting an eye, why let them live?" In hindsight, this would seem a terrible move on her part, more so due to the fact that he could probably kill her for being so stupid as to voice such an idiotic question. But she was unwavering, staring down the Prince despite her own instincts telling her to run.
Nuada could not help but frown at her words, that oaf had been the Commander of this singular strike unit? Laughable. Did they not educate their leaders in the appropriate ways of negotiation or conversation with those so obviously their betters? The Prince kept narrowed, golden eyes upon the young woman before him until she spoke again, but her words this time caused the Prince to raise a single pale brow.
Nuada was quiet for some time as he considered his next words wisely, the son of the Fallen One had not been his friend, nor had he necessarily been his enemy, they had simply been two opposing forces clashing together, yet Hellboy had won the Princes respect and because of that, he let the humans live. “I let them live, because I gave my word that they would keep their lives.” He said instead, “If they, or more of your colleagues pursue me, they will die.”
His words hung thick in the air and he lowered his saber, sheathing the blade with fluid ease.