"Oh… damn," Banksy breathed as a small contingent of guards approached them with Sani in the lead. He was a tall, slender man with a pencil thin moustache. A frown was etched upon his face as he paused in front of the group. He looked down at Romeo with disdain, before glancing at Banksy, and finally letting his eyes fall on Azalea.
"Oh, my dear, even you?" Sani sighed and pointed at her. Two guards quickly moved to grab her, but Banksy stepped in their way. He lifted up his fists, completely lacking in confidence but ready to attack never the less, but a thin sword was plunged into his side before he could even begin to c**k back his arm. With a cry he fell the floor. Azalea let out a near silent gasp and Romeo cursed.
"No, no, wait, don't kill him," Sani ordered as the guard who stabbe
