Tenanye's power may have been terrifying but at the moment he was glad for it, glad she was on his side. The second body dropped after she snapped his neck, his face staring down into the sands, never again to see the sky. Tenanye approached as Jon clutched his chest with a wince, blood dripping over his arm and down his abdomen.
"Can you still fight, Jon Stark?"
She asked kindly, despite the ease at which she stole life from those around him. He nodded with a grunt of pain.
"Aye, just a scratch."
He replied as the final two men glanced at each other, weighing their chances. He could see the way they looked at Tenanye and the way they looked at him. The liked their chances much better with him than her. Jon would die here, he would not allow it. Not so far far from home, not without seeing Dae again.
"I'll take the big one."
Jon said, adrenaline and anger at the pain in his chest spurring him froward. He strode towards the taller of the two men. Big and pale with stringy, straw colored hair. He had a patchy beard and cruel, cold eyes. He hefted a large double sided battle axe over his shoulder as he eyed up Jon, seeming surprised he'd been chosen over his smaller compatriot. He moved forward, axe in hand. Jon dropped one of his sword and scooped up a shield, left on the sand by one of the men Tenanye killed. They met and as Jon expected, the big man attacked first. He came in hard with a heavy, overhead chop. Jon used the shield to deflect the blow and lashed out with his short sword, slicing deep into the mans thigh. He screamed and swung the axe again in a wide arc at Jon's midsection. A quick back step and Jon was once again on the offensive, slashing open the axe wielders chest. The cut was shallow but drew blood and through his enemy into a frenzy. He came again in a charge, axe held high. This time Jon surged forward to meet him, using his shield as a ram and taking the man off his feet. His enemy hit the sand hard, never to rise again as Jon plunged his sword into his heart.
