Mahlia Carriedo
I watch silently as my brother starts to fight with the Brit. I close my eyes before I hear my brother announce another presence watching them. My gaze shoots up to glare at the woman hatefully, now knowing all too well that they were outnumbered greatly. I shake my head just slightly before I lower my gaze and refocus on the duel as I fold my arms and shift my weight to one foot, watching them like a hawk, especially the American, just in case anyone tried something funny.
Plus.
I'm really worried for my brother and that shoulder wound, and I'm afraid he'll be stupid about it.






