Bryn and John
"That was a piss poor argument, mate" John said, directing his comment towards the Russian vampire. "And she's right" he smirked, winking at Bryn. John had always been the cocky sort, never really ashamed of his ego. Being sure of himself and being confident in his abilities allowed him to survive. Helped convince others that he was not a person to be fucked with. And often, not to be trusted either.
John watched the crowd closely. He took a drag from his cigarette, maintaining his cool and relaxed appearance. On the inside, he was concerned about what would happen next. The verdict had been made. The two accused had been found guilty and were to be put to death.
"So who's going to carry out the sentence then?" John asked.