You are running away from mara-struck soldiers, realizing that they're targeting you as they ignore the rest of the crowd. They almost catch up to you as you finally hit the dead end. You backed away slowly and helplessly since you can't fight them all on your own since there's too many. You almost jumped in fright when a hand land on your shoulder. You recognized the man from all the wanted posters around.

"Blade..."

Blade doesn't say anything, his sword in his hand besides him.