“You kids think you’re going to get away this?!” Bellowed out a guard from the near-right of the huddle of boys, his face bloody and beaten, still flecked with gravel, but wearing a scowl that that was obvious even under the mask of scabs and bruises. Being disarmed and humiliated, by children no less, had given him a thirst for vengeance. He came barreling towards the group of boys, managing to grab Vico by the scruff of his collar before they scattered.

He hoisted Vico up off the ground immediately, fingers clenching around the ball of fabric in his palm and letting collar tighten around Vico’s neck. “I’ll show you what happens to boys who think they can stand up to the Borgia!”