Agatha was scared stiff when she saw David and Goliath thundering into the tent. They were more than strong enough to have smashed the entire place down, but she soon began to scream aloud when she saw the gigantic meat hook fall out of nowhere, impaling the two. Nowhere was safe! Absolutely nowhere! When the two were reeled upward, Agatha had to back away a bit to keep the gore from falling all over her. She looked up her tear-filled eyes getting a drop of the giant's blood in each of them, turning her tears a distinct vermilion. Adrian's call did little to help her, as she knew what would become of them. Sobbing quietly, Agatha climbed down the pole and dropped limply to her knees, her poncho covering almost all of her. She was still shuddering.<br/><br/>Her glistening eyeballs looked up at Adrian. "<span style="color: purple">No... they're gone,</span>" she said hopelessly. "<span style="color: purple">Either they were killed instantly from the hook getting them in the heart, or they're going to bleed to death. Probably drown in their own blood when it floods their lungs.</span>"<br/><br/>She looked down, unable to keep making eye contact with Adrian, before asking, "<span style="color: purple">You think it was me, don't you?</span>"<br/><br/>Angelo had followed right behind Adrian, and saw exactly what the other man had. He roared incoherently a few Greek phrases that would do best to be left untranslated and kicked the nearest bit of frame on the seats before instantly regretting it. Now he had a sore toe, a breaking heart and a burning, seething anger inside. Watching Agatha clamber down and throw herself at Adrian's feet, Angelo looked down upon her with his fists clenched and his chest heaving from trying to hold himself back some, but his eyes defied the rest of what his body was telling, looking to be full of sorrow. "<span style="color: red">No, Agatha, I don't. You'd have no reason to do it, unless you thought you were defending yourself, and, by the look of it-</span>" he pointed a finger upward- "<span style="color: red">that wasn't the method you'd have used anyway, eh?</span>"<br/><br/>No later than those words left his mouth, Angelo heard a shriek of terror that sounded like it came from a child.<br/><br/>He blinked. A child? What in God's name would a child be doing here at night? "<span style="color: red">Did you hear that!?</span>" he said quickly and loudly as he sped out the door, not waiting for anyone's reply. He sprinted in the direction of the voice, the noise having been so harsh and loud that they may as well have hung a flashing light directly over their head.<br/><br/>When he'd reached the source, Angelo found himself in front of Enzo's wagon, the sound of shuffling and scrambling and the rocking of the wagon immediately telling him that something was wrong. Even if it had to do with Enzo, it was best that he went and saved the bastard than just left him there to die. Taking a deep breath, Angelo threw himself into the door of the wagon with a grunt as his shoulder smashed through it. Angelo made three separate glances, one at Enzo scuttling away, another at the dead body of a townie, and the last one at the green eyes over the bed. Grabbing Enzo by the shoulder, Angelo dragged the fearful man out of the wagon while keeping his own eyes meeting the other ones he saw. "<span style="color: red">Izzy?</span>" he said, his voice riddled with confusion and uncertainty, with a hint of betrayal alongside the rest of it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>