The four nymphs were sitting around and chatting - completely unaware to Jazen's presence.  Their voices were sweet and mellifluous, their laughter like the musical tinkling of silver bells.  Suddenly, there was a crash, and a couple of them jumped up in fright.  Before they could even react, a satyr was upon them!  He pinned one down beneath his hooves, and the horrible wrenching crack of breaking ribs sounded as he grabbed one of the fleeing survivors and tore her head from her body, taking a good deal of spinal cord with it.  He threw the head aside and began to devour the twitching corpse as the other two nymphs scattered, his sharp demonic teeth ripping out large chunks of flesh.<br/><br/>He raised his foot and began to stomp on the pinned nymph, and with the air forced from her lungs she couldn't even scream.  Within seconds he'd reduced her upper half to a bloody paste scattered across the fallen leaves, and her legs were jerking and spasming as her body lost bladder control and wet the forest floor with a long stream of urine.  This amused the satyr to no end, and he began to laugh, throwing aside the stripped, defiled corpse of his first meal.  He picked up the partially-intact body of the second nymph and relieved himself inside her, then threw that aside as well and began stalking off.  While all this was happening, the fourth nymph ran clear past Jazen, not even seeing him.