As they hurried through the shop, Trey's chest tightened. The men were following. He wasn't sure who they were, or why they were after Kate or Trey. However for some reason he felt like he recognized one of the men. He wasn't sure from where, but there was a touch of familiarity. He also remembered that he was a persistent man, one that wouldn't give up.<br/><br/>As they ran out of the store, a man slashed at Trey's arm and a small cut formed. He cringed in pain, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Then Trey raised his sword and blocked another swing, in time for Kate to whip the man making him fall to the floor. Trey grabbed the wound on his arm as it started to bleed. The men were finally grabbed by the guardsmen. By this point Trey was breathing hard and sweat formed above his brow. He was trying to keep calm but it was difficult.<br/><br/>"I- I need to- I need to lie down," Trey called out to Kate. He was feeling weak but widened his stance to hold himself up. His body felt weird, as though his skin was being touched by a million needles. He was having a panic attack, but he was able to keep himself from falling over. He held onto Kate-