Wolfram whipped his head around to look at her, His pupils narrowed."No one is going to die, Do you hear me?"He hissed."Not if I can help it anyway."He set her down for a minute, maybe it would shut her up, and keep them hidden."Keep still, will you? Dont go any-"His words where cut off when a masked man burst around the corner, holding a knife. The male made a attempt to go for Bleddyn, but before the knife could hit her, Wolfram shoved in front of her, the tip of the knife digging into his flesh. Agony ripped through his arm, but he could ignore it...if he tried hard enough. He pushed the masked person against the wall, arms trembling on both of them, the knife still in the guards hand. Wolfram clenched his teeth, holding the male against the wall as best he could, blood dripping onto the ground.