Teraida listened to her pleas as they slowly became boxed in. He took another step back as one of the slaves walked toward him with a rather large claymore, Him stepping back again as he heard her words of being heavy. He was driven to smile ever so slightly when the blade came down toward him. He lifted the chain above him as caught the blow, sending it to the side, followed by his foot flying out to his back to knock him away. He was just about to spring forward when he felt the chain stop him. He would have shot her a glare, But just as he turned, the slave she tripped came toward him, a little off balance. Without any hesitation, he leaped backward, pulling the chain behind him and latching onto his jaw. His feet landed on his shoulders, him pulling up on the chain to pull his neck straight up, a loud crack could be heard as the body fell limp below him. As he made it to the ground, He grabbed up the mace and stood with his back to her, waiting patiently for the next unlucky soul who came to attack him.<br/><br/>The slave with the claymore came running at him, striking toward him again. This time he block and countered with the mace coming across his cheek, another loud snap could be heard, the jaw had broken under the hit of the mace. He took off to finish the job, only to feel the chain pull again, his feet flying out from under him, sending him to the ground. He tried to get to his feet, only to have an axe coming down to him. He blocked as best he could, but the blade of the axe was rather sharp, splitting his skin as it barely touched, a wince of pain shooting through him as he sent his foot up, connecting with his chin, sending him back. He got to his feet and stepped back, trying to gain a footing.