Jon could only stare in awed horror at Tenanye's terrifying power. Her magic was nothing like what he expected. He'd heard stories of course, everyone heard stories of the Fae from Anansai but to see it was something else entirely. The beautiful, mysterious woman with the raven black hair seemed to fade away and a violent vengeful creature took her place. Hungry for the blood of the living Tenanye tore into the poor soul who'd been foolish enough to fall into her trap. She lured him, like a spider to a fly, and sprung on him ravenously. Fangs filed with wicked toxins sunk deep and in moments the man had been reduced to pulp. Tenanye stood, a sated look on her face as she rolled her shoulders casually as if she'd just finished a fine meal.
“My apologies, I missed breakfast, Shall we continue?”
The other five men exchanged glances before looking at Jon standing a few paces behind Tenanye.
"Fuck that, kill the other one!"
They rushed him leaving Jon with two options, to fight or die and do it quickly. The first one lunged at him, sword ready to skewer him where he stood. Jon bounced back, slapping the sword away with the flat of his blade before opening the mans throat with his other sword. The body dropped to the sand but Jon had no time to breath in his victory as two more came for him. They came with axes, Jon worked quick to avoid being cut down like timber. He rolled out of the way only to get kicked in the face by a third man. Jon grunted but absorbed the blow, driving forward in one savage lunge, driving both blades deep in the man's chest. He screamed, a gurgling cry as blood filled his lungs. Jon ripped his blades free and turned just in time to see the spear coming for him.
The pain was like fire on his chest, rending his flesh. He screamed in pain, managing to pivot a second too late. The spear, thankfully, missed it's mark but the blade edge still ran along the upper left part of his chest opening a large gash, coming to a stop in the sands behind him. Jon went to a knee clutching his chest as they came for him, four men rushing like wild beast. He could feel blood running down his chest and arm. He grit his teeth and stood, he would not die on his knees.