As Jason went for the basket, the same guard who had been scared because he was lying earlier, stepped in front of him. "Not yours punk." He said, Jason ignored him and went for the basket anyways. Technically, it actually was his. But then he fell backwards, as the guards sword hilt connected with his face, leaving an almost instant black eye on the boy. Jason glared daggers at the man, then spun himself around quickly. Taking out the guard's legs and sending his sword flying up into the air. The other two charged but were thrown back against either side of the circle with enough force to knock them both out cold. Jason caught the sword and held it to the templar on the floor's throat, his foot on the man's chest. "I could always make Glacius's statement true and kill you right now." He says calmly. Then he notices the person in front of him and looks at her defiantly. "He hit me. He lied to try to get me jailed. He desverses death."