Picture of Rami's beloved Kirpaan above.

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Honey amber eyes. They looked straight at him, their fierceness piercing through to his soul. It made his heart shake. Bend. And break. But he couldn't turn away. It was driving him wild.

Her dress was blood red reaching her feet. Everything she touched became enchanted, as if she held magical powers within her. Her porcelain face held expressions of both anger and shock. But more of shock. Yet she still looked beautiful. She was the 'man' who had shared his mission. That man was apparently a woman. He studied her again. She was Japanese. No doubt a Capulet.

But despite himself he smiled. It wasn't like his usual arrogant smirks. But soft and boyish. He could see a hint of a smile play at her lips. But she turned away before he could see whether she completed her smile or not.

No Rami! He screamed mentally in his mind. She's a Capulet! She's your rival! You can't fall in love with her. Besides you love Raihana.

Thoughts of Raihana filled him with sadness.

Then he saw them, clad in pure white suits, surrounding a tall bleach blond haired young man. His eyes the colour of night. An evil smirk playing at his lips.

That was him.

Sweden.

Son of the 'Unspeakable'.

Suddenly a gunshot rang out loud and clear, missing Rami's ear by a hair. Rami froze in sheer terror. The window had shattered. Then he composed himself, scrunching his terror up in a ball and throwing it away, smirking arrogantly.

They had really bad aim. Horrible aim. Unlike him he always hit bulls eye. Splitting his arrows in two equal halves in the process. Everyone was outside except for Sweden and his guards. Perfect. Can't risk having the Arabian Knight's identity revealed.

He undid his tie and top button, then he took off his tail coat. Revealing a large rounded black shield lined with gold strapped on his back and a scimitar. Or as he preferred to call it by its Punjabi name, a kirpaan. He drew them both and swung his kirpaan using his wrist. His green eyes looked dead straight into Sweden's dark ones. Rami smirking as he did so.

The twelve guards clad in white broke their protective ring around Sweden and made an offensive one around Rami who was still swinging his kirpaan.

"Is that all you can do?" he teased.

The guards looked at each other. Their dignity slightly insulted, they drew their guns, all pointed at various parts of his body.

Though Rami knew he wasn't getting out of this one without gruesome injuries he remained smirking like the arrogant little cock he was. But really this arrogance kept him in line during a fight. When he was arrogant he was also fearless. When he was fearless he fought well.

With a swift motion of his wrist, three bloodied hands holding guns fell to the floor. Three different screams of agony. That was when shots started firing. Those three guards who had their hands chopped off ran away in terror. They certainly weren't coming back for more.

Rami didn't know how many times he was shot. But every time he felt a bullet piercing his body he could feel the blood trickling out, he was sure he would die of blood loss. This isn't over. He reminded himself over and over again.

He fought with his kirpaan and shield valiantly, killing three by plunging his kirpaan in their hearts. At one point he had looked down at his shirt seeing it torn to shred he muttered.

"That shirt cost me £500 b*tches."

But the pain threatened to overcome his whole being. But he was sure he had had worse experiences. This kept him going. Finally the bangs became clicks.

The six guards that were left were out of ammunition. Finally. Rami remarked in his mind. The six remaining guards drew their swords. They all seem frightened, seeing that Rami had survived the countless bullets that were still in his body. This man was certainly like no other. He was truly valiant or truly foolish.

This fear that had grown in the guards was the gateway to their defeat. They made a tighter circle around Rami.

Rami was feeling faint, but he drew his shield over his bloodied torso. He took his stance and bravely looked at the faces of the guards. The guards attacked.

Spinning around Rami ducked and hacked off the legs of one of them with one swift motion.

One down five to go.

The guards attacked again. Hitting one across the head with his shield Rami knocked him out cold. Then almost simultaneously he plunged his sword into another's.

Three down and...one to go?

What?!

He could swear there were six guards left. What happened? Did two somehow mysteriously disappear? Or maybe he calculated wrong?

Then he quickly counted eleven bodies on the floor. He must have killed them without knowing.

Finally, using his formidable strength he beheaded the last one. The man's head flew off, landing on the bloodied dance floor with a thud. The horror still fresh on his face. Rami observed the ballroom, now painted red with blood. Briefly Rami mused in getting a professional job as a painter.

His specialty would be red.

Blood red.

Finally he turned to Sweden, who had the nerve to still display his evil smirk.

"So the Arabian Knight is actually Rami Montague. Son of revered businessman Aadil Montague. Who would have thought? What will the people think dear Rami?"

"Nothing Sweden, because my secret dies with you."

He thrust his sword forward aiming for Sweden's chest. But instead because of his weariness Rami's sword plunged into Sweden's left shoulder. Then the tip of another sword poked out from Sweden's abdomen and he keeled over coughing up fresh, still warm blood. This confused our Arabian Knight.

What the f*ck?! My sword isn't supposed to go like that!

Sweden's overwhelmed and unconscious body fell to the floor.

Then he saw them again.

Honey amber eyes.

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Opening fire at a business party is rather rude. Thought Jurie as she stepped from the shadows and flew to the 'Unspeakable's' son. She wasted no movements killing two of the guards, then digging her katana deep into the handsome blond man's back, the point of he katana poking out from the abdomen.

Deep enough to leave a fatal injury.

Blood spurted everywhere, painting the ground a darker shade of crimson.

Bingo.

Drawing her katana out from the man's body, she wiped it on his own, crisp white suit.

"That's better. I can't have my sword dripping with blood now can I?" She smiled.

And froze.

There he was, standing in front of her with his rather pretty but creepy-ass Colgate white smile, body punctured by at least 20 bullets, his dress shirt ripped and torn in several different places, revealing a slim toned but well muscled build. A giant shield weighing down his swaying body and a large curved sword dripping with blood grasped in his right hand.

His hands were large.

And strong.

And somewhat attractive.

She shook her head and sighed. He was very valiant but she wasn't going to admit that. Instead she said nattily "You know there's a fine line between bravery and foolishness and I believe you just crossed it."

The smiling strange, stately man opened his mouth to say something but collapsed instead in a bloodied mess on the once sparkling dance floor. His eyelids closed, as if shielding the harshness of the pain away from his beautiful, sparkling green eyes.

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