The first bodyguard at least made an attempt to hold any remaining pieces of his dignity. "I'm not saying another word." He grunted, trying to stay as still as humanly possible. The second was still reeling in agony - whatever had gotten on his face was long lasting and painful, becoming worse by the second. As such, Tharja calmly left his side and came to Mamoru's arm, offering another poisonous pearl.

"If he's not being cooperative, we can always send a message to his employers." Tharja was practically purring. She never would have guessed this unassuming man was capable of such power - of such agility - of such brutality. Be still her beating heart.