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Ciel pressed his staff firmly against the assassin's throat, careful not to actually hurt her. As usual, he would avoid a fight if possible, but if a push came to a shove, he wouldn't hesitate to take action to stop her. Examining her, he noticed the hilt of a dagger concealed in her boot, and noted that she would probably do the same. He had heard tales of the white devil's legendary skill. Even if the newly arrived man helped him, Ciel silently wondered if they would really be able to defeat her.
Undaunted, he held his staff firm. No matter what the danger, Ciel knew a simply fact. There was right, and there was wrong, and Ciel would always stand up for right. He would not be compromised, and he would never, ever, give in.
"You endangered innocent lives when you started that fire," He said calmly, "If you aren't looking to kill anyone, then what are you trying to accomplish?"