The cold metal of the gun barrel made his entire body want to freeze up, but Mitch forced himself to move away slowly, standing up and holding his hands out and down to his sides. He wondered briefly if he could make his fire hot enough to actually melt the gun, but he decided to not take that chance. As much as he hated it, it looked like he was going to have to play Sal's game if Morana was to escape further harm.
"Sure, I'll stay awhile. What the hell are old pals for, anyway?" replied Mitch, his voice strained due to anger. In a louder voice, he called, "Just RUN, Morana - I'll be right behind you."
It was one hell of a decision: to stay with Sal, or to trust Morana with this stranger.