SamJaz tore off his helmet in desperation. "Have you not listened to a word I've said?" He asked, approaching Daphne. "I want you, and your assassins, and your army and whatever the hell else you've got to stay the hell away from me, my friends, and my family!" He shouted. "I mean come on! I just got to Greece today because I wanted to meet my grandfather, who turns out to be a royal douche, then Alicia turns out to be a half-Gorgon and is shedding and then they send their armies after me while she's passed out, then as soon as she starts to recover I wake up to freaking archers coming to kill me, and I have had it up to HERE with all of it!" He shouted, raising his hand above his head as if measuring depth when he annunciated how high he'd had it up to by this point.
"This ends now." He said. "Either by you lot backing the hell off and apologising, or by genocide, I'll accept either solution at this point because I am tired, irritable, and bored of people trying to hurt people I like. So, what's it going to be Daphne? What's it gonna be?"
The target lowered his gun. This girl didn't flinch when he drew his weapon. She spilled the drink on him purposefully to pass a message.
Probably some paranoid small-timer with too much money.
He could kill the girl now to relay a message of his own.
Or she could be an assassin.
"Arnold." The target said, clicking his fingers as a large man in a suit appeared from nowhere. "This young lady wants to introduce you to a potential client. Go with her and bring him here."
Elliott created shields in front of the gun locking the man in and looking at Ciel to finish him off.
Soon, the two found themselves in the second district, facing the bell tower.
"Yeah." Joe replied. "I'll be fine."