Cerberus stepped in front of them, growling loudly, but he didn't attack—just bared his teeth at them. The guards stopped abruptly, and Arnold walked through their midst, appearing right in front, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, which was sheathed and attached to his hip.
"Give her to me," Arnold said, "and I will ensure you get out of here alive."
Davien chuckled. "Is that a threat?"
"No, an assurance."
"You're funny, Arnold," Davien said, slowly lifting his head to look at the man. "Surely, you don't expect me to give up my wife to some stranger."