[Tugging a little at her arm Gwen snarls. He probably would let go if she pulls away. By all means,by the sound of him it seems like it. But Gwen feels an odd, and rather new sensation, one she doesn't care for, dwell up inside of her. Cowardice. She does not dare move until free.]
How about you let go first? I have no aspiration of breaking my bloody arm.