Shadewood We'll all die young

A cutting look was the only answer at first, and he dropped his gaze to his feet to stifle an eye roll of his own, not really wanting to incite anymore anger from either of the formidable men. Zodiac was not really known to be brave, and he was not really trying to get ripped apart today. At least not anymore he supposed. 

Bring him.

Bring him? Wait, that sounded an awful lot like he didn't have a choice anymore. Z froze, unsure at first if he still wanted to take his chances and try to run. But a wave of dizziness and nausea quickly changed his mind; there was no way he could run. Yet.

Slowly, he took a step forward. Gaze trained on the ground again in an attempt to avoid any accidental eye contact, his entire being now shying away from any form of potential conflict. Another step, and he was following and allowing himself to be directed wherever they wanted.