(Since Father Coram is the leader of the thread, I have no choice but to exclude you from the RP Master. I'm sorry man, but it's his thread. I'll just say you killed the guards and ran or something.)
Angelo drew the gladius from it's sheath. The sky was painted red, the color of blood. Fitting for the current situation. The first guard charged at him. He did a overhead swing, but Angelo easily deflected it and proceeded to kick the guard in the chest.