-Shame.- Snorted the thug.
James pulled out his knives at the same moment and turned each smoothly in his hand all the while watching the three of the men. I'm a bodyguard. He said calmly to himself. I'm not going to let them do what they want. He leaned forward slightly preparing to attack when he saw the three bandits move.
At the same moment, he felt a steel grip at neck height and someone with tremendous force picked him up and pulled him back in a flash. At the same time, the shelves that were still at the height of his head before the single heartbeat exploded showering everyone with splinters and shrapnel.
He hit the floor hard losing his breath and releasing one of his knives. He momentarily jumped to his feet expecting some kind of attack, but saw the blue cloak of the mage in front of him and his arm stretched out in a frontal direction.
Draco was surprised at the speed at which the elf ran out of the warehouse. He suspected something had happened, and one look at the brothers' faces confirmed his suspicions. James had immediately put his hand on his weapons for a reason before, and now he clearly had to do the same again. This time towards someone who deserved it.
-Maybe...- Angus started as if he wanted to say something that could explain the situation, but when his gaze crossed with that of the dragon he fell silent.
Draco glanced at Florence, who in turn tried not to look at him and stubbornly stuck his gaze into one of the armours standing next to him, but he couldn't hide that he was listening intently to the sounds coming from somewhere in the shop.
-Are you two not going to help him?- Draco asked looking at them.
-Maybe we don't look it, but fighting...- began Florence cautiously.
-We're not good at it...- Angus looked embarrassed, but endured the mage's gaze fixed on him. He didn't speak but stepped aside with the request written on his face.
Draco merely nodded and ran
