The streets where crowded as he strode into the main rode from a joining ally. He keeps a cool brisk passe to keep ahead of the town guards who where shouting. Once in the group he kept passe with the traffic allowing his thick cloak the swirls around him. He had his modified Templar armor on and a bag hanging from his shoulder, looking back he could see the town guard carving through the groups of people yelling and cursing. And when one of them made eye contact he shouted, "The traitor is there!" He said drawing his sword yelling at people to move out of his way.
Turning around he looked back seeing them advance witch made him in return to start running through the crowd towards town square. Holding up his arms he shoved people aside, some fell, some stumbled in his attempt to lose the town guard but it was futile. He heard and felt the hand grip his shoulder place and instinctively he grabbed it throwing the guard over his shoulder on the ground in front of him. He then picked up his foot, crushing his neck snapping his neck instantly. Turning around he reaches over his back drawing his sword. The sword had a gold trimmed hilt witch he grabbed bringing out his bastard sword, inch by inch. The steel was unlike any other, a rare metal called Vetalion. The steel had a jet black look to it witch rippled around the very light. The drawing of weapons caused the crowd around them to disperse, some ran, while others formed a circle around the conflict. It was now him and seven town guards, And the guards where severely out matched.