Nerissa’s entire body stung severely, as if it had been lit on fire and had only just been put out for a few moments for her to defend her dear uncle, Calvin. She hadn’t been expecting to see him any time soon, and therefore, was at a loss for words for a moment’s time. She pushed off of the wall so that she could stand by herself and walked towards Ne’Os, only turning to look Calvin in the eye once she was sure she would be able to grab Ne’Os’ gun if he tried to fire at her uncle. “Get out, Calvin. Bring the Aurors with you. Don’t come back,” she told him slowly. She would be able to explain herself to him later, at the moment, the only thing that mattered was keeping him from getting a pullet put in his head, and ridding the pyramid of the Aurors that never should have arrived in the first place.
Calvin looked at Nerissa with the same fear he had shown in his eyes when looking into the barrel of Ne’Os’ gun only moments before, and nodded, “Don’t hurt her, please, don’t hurt her,” he begged one time before running out the door at an incredible speed; he was quite a good runner when he was afraid.
“Retreat! There is no hope of victory, retreat!” Calvin lied, doing as Nerissa had told him. He hadn’t a clue why she was assisting such a dangerous man, but if it would keep her safe and get him the hell away from all the chaos, he knew it was the ‘right’ thing to do.