Seeing the lady reporter come out of the building in the hands of one of the cultists with a machete to her neck, Joe sighs quietly, a look of resignation on his face. He steps forward, away from Lt. Poole and the others, his arms held up and out in front of him.
"Why don't you let her go and use me as your hostage?" Joe says to the cultist. "Certainly your god of the bloody tongue would be much happier with you holding a priest hostage, someone who has no belief in any god save one. I'll walk right up to you, with my hands up and my back to you and you can exchange the machete from her to my throat."
Joe will then move as close as the cultist will let him, turning his back to him and keeping his hands up, in the event that the man actually takes him up on his offer.