However, his tone was anything but inviting - it was the voice of a cruel predator who was eager to etch his fangs into their flesh only to tear them apart, making the twins tremble from head to toe with an existential fear they'd never known in their sheltered lives.
To better drive his current mood home, the man slowly, calculatedly raised his arm into the sky and formed the same posture he had while calling the lightning strike down on them.
"Shit, shit, shit!!! We have to go out and fight, we're sitting ducks in here! We're going to get fried once the defenses give up!" Amara cursed while shaking from head to toe.
While she might've said 'we' what she meant 'you', evidenced by her next line; "Eve, go and kill him! You should at least be able to draw his attention long enough for us to escape, no?!"