The Box -Part 3

"Where is the box?" asked the inpatient man, dressed like the commoners of this city, but seem a bit cleaner and less tarnish than the rest.
The short-tempered man with his gray shady hat and pistol in his holster hand out demanding for the box while his bodyguard keeps watch for any intruders. Tora standing at the side quietly, while watching Syrol and the short man do all the talking. She looks around carefully keeping an eye on the bodyguard if anything goes wrong with the deal and worse to come might have to fight him. Almost twice the height of her, the bodyguard has a firm body and probably more well fed than Tora. Better yet, her only weapon is of a rusty knife concealed in her back pocket compared to the man with a much bigger blade whose probably experienced with swordsmanship. Tora is of absolutely no match against this man and wouldn't stand a chance if he was her foe in battle. Considering his massive size, Tora could probably outrun him and escape safely with no harm done, but she knew she couldn't leave Syrol behind to fend off the two. Her only option is to fight this man even if the odds are against her and hopefully survive the ordeal.
Syrol must live was all she could think of, because if he dies there would be no meaning to live in this despicable world, where every man for themselves. Syrol is a gentle and caring person who is always there for Tora. He took her in when she was just about eleven all alone in the wandering street with no family, just on the verge of dieing from starvation. Syrol took her in, fed her, cleaned her, trained her to survive in this harsh world, and mostly acted like a father to her. He was everything to her and would do anything to save him and return back the favor for everything he had done for her.
On most of their missions, Syrol always try to talk things out with his persuasive voice instead of using force to achieve his goals. His voice is very peaceful and it reaches out to the people like a soothing melody. But if peaceful talking can't solve the conflict and things turn to worse, he is a force to be reckoned with. Syrol is a tough adversary against any foe he fights and is skilled in the art of stealth. As time has past, so did his body and his movements are a bit weary. That's why Tora must stand her ground and protect anyone from harming Syrol, even sacrificing her own life to save his.
Tora's hope was starting to build up, having courage to withstand anything that will come at her. Thinking back now, Syrol has been taking care of himself way before Tora had met him, and is an experienced fighter way longer than her. If anyone was to get hurt easily, it was her. Tora's confident was at its highest peak, nothing that she could think of would scare her and she was ready to fight even the bodyguard that is double her size. Then, one look at the bodyguard's arm and all hopes of winning went down the drain. A tattoo was on his arm shaped like a scythe with blue flames on the blades and a snake curled up on the handle of the scythe. Ekans was all she could say in her head, better yet that bodyguard is one of the Black Reapers. Tora lost all hope of winning.