"Hey!" Avila struggles to pull the trident down.
He pointed his sword to her neck. "Back off."
Avila lets go of the trident then grabs her canteen from the bag and smacks the sword away. She then holds out the thing like some weapon. "Just give me the thingy back and ill leave you alone."
"I don't trust her."
"I'm just as scared as you, buddy, just pass me the dang stick."
"Go away."He raised his sword."NOW!"
Owen just holds it "Now what? Its just a cool pointy stick."
"She really wants it."
"It's all I have, or, had."
"You want a canteen to the face? Cause I'd be more than happy to give you one."
"Do you want a new haircut? Because I can do this!"
"Oh please, you've never even held a sword."
"I trained with it last week..."
"Yeah, but you only got four sponsors. Just give me the trident."
"Don't give it to her!"
"You know what! I'm done!" Avila yelled, tears welling in her eyes. "Stupid thing isn't worth it." She said walking away.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"Leave me alone." She shouted back.
"Hey! You will be killed!"And he walked to her.