Durge's lips compress into a thin line. It's not often that his commands are refused. He can't expect obedience from people outside the temple, but still- it's annoying. "I'm going to have to insist."

He raises a hand and lets it hover between them a moment, then slowly curls his fingers into a fist. With the curl of his fingers, a brilliant light gathers and Edward's throat suddenly closes.

"Hand them over. Quickly now, before you asphyxiate."