Sothe watched as Seven unfurled his whip and lashed it out, he also noticed as the guards ran off to do their own things. Sothe was acutely aware of everything that was going on around him and he would not let anything surprise him. Although he was a little stunned that the few that had followed him had just decided to stop and watch. He thought they’d help him out, guess not. “Okay Seven I’ll let you see my ultimate move you heap of ju-”. But Sothe was interrupted by not just the two guards from before but a rather large amount of guards surrounding not only Sothe, but Seven and the others as well. “Hey what the hell’s the big deal?!” Sothe said yelling at the guards who were too close for comfort. Three of them charged him and the first managed to get his sword out of his hands. Sothe smacked him across the face with his foot for that, but he was tackled by two more that came from behind him. He couldn’t quite see what the others were doing or if the guards were being as nice to them as they were to Sothe, but one thing was for sure this wouldn’t end well.
Miciah feared the worst once she saw the guards, there were a few possibilities she at first thought racism, after all there were about five different races present. But there were way too many guards for just simple discrimination. She then realized she had no clue what the laws on fighting in the streets was here and felt herself start to panic, just like when she was in war. A few guards charged her but she jumped over them and began to ran, but one guard managed to throw a spear and pierce her wing, she collapsed and found herself blacking out as three or four guards surrounded her and closed in, she tried to cast heal on herself but it was too late she could already feel her consciousness slipping from her grasp as she closed her eyes.