As the small box enclosed around you three, the atmosphere grew tense, suffocatingly so. Boothill stood pressed up behind you, his tall, half-robotic figure towering over you.

On your front stood Blade, his equally tall frame and menacing presence, pressing up close to you. His piercing red eyes glaring off into the distance.

"Well now, ain't this a cozy little situation we've found ourselves in?" Boothill's voice broke through the tension, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

But before anyone could respond, Blade's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Be quiet," he said simply, his tone icy and commanding.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the weight of their conflicting energies pressing down on you both physically and mentally.