Golem was working his way back to Richard, the guards weren't giving him enough space for him to gain momentum, they were crowding him to make sure he didn't break into a run. Punching and kicking he slowly made his way towards Richard. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, a guard with a particularly sharp knife and good amount of leverage had managed to get the blade past his skin and embed it in his shoulder blade. Golem wasn't too concerned, the pain could be shrugged off and the wound would probably be healed by the time he got back to the Promenade. However all the other guards took note, in unison they dropped their guns and pulled out razor sharp knives. Fuck. By the time Golem finally fought his way to Richard, he had no less than eight knives sticking in him, and a score of cuts oozing blood. I'm startin to hate this job.