Valentine laughed. "Remember who you're talking to." He said. "I am Valentine Phantomhive, son of Britain's greatest knight, trained for many years to kill without question or reason. I have faced dozens of men and survived without a scratch." He drew his sword and smirked. "Try to keep up."

He charged forward, and before the guards could react, impaled one on his blade, before spinning around and throwing the man onto a second guard. He flicked out his chains, and they wrapped around a third guard's neck; he yanked it tight, and the sicking crunh of the man's neck snapping echoed through the alleyway. The remaining guards drew their weapons.

"Alexander!" Valentine called. "Let's see what you can do."