☠ ((Any muse goes~!))
(( here is a slightly different take ;v; ))
Axian hatred hit an all time high, and Rock never imagined spending time with the sweet and peaceful Clue- otherwise known as Reverie Balfour- would lead him to being targeted. Hell, he couldn't imagine how people could hate based on race so indiscriminately, but he was caught off guard nonetheless.
The small mob of men had jumped him, giving him one hell of a fight, but there were still many more of them than there were him, finally restraining the knight and dragging him away. They used and abused him, calling him an axian sympathizer and a traitor, some of them even had the nerve to piss on him, and drag him through the streets with his own cape tied tight around his throat.
When he came to (whenever that happened to be) he happened to be upon one of the more serious members of this revolution or mob, or whatever it was, glaring down on him and putting out his cigar in Rock's optic, the knight giving a cry out in pain and curling over to clutch it.
"A'ight, I got some questions for you, y' axian-lovin bastard..."