Ravus' vision was blurred in his one good eye as he faced off against some of the guards. He could hear the screams of them calling him a demon and not human. He was breathing heavy but he still kept that vicious grin on his have that could curdle blood. He went to bring up his foot into a roundhouse kick, but he didn't have the energy to do it, and the guards now saw he was only a man and moved in for the kill.<br/><br/>Ravus began to laugh and jumped into the slicing the throats of two guards with his boots. The heal had brought him back a bit, but it was more than enough to terrify the rest of the guards around him and jump ship. He moved around, taking out his guards, moving closer towards Aryia, there was a stern look upon his face. He dug the blades into the back of guards' legs slicing hamstrings, wrapping them up and knocking them out.<br/><br/>He walked up to Aryia and inspected her wound. "Shit, come on you damn witch, you better not fucking die on me." He tore off a piece of his shirt and wadded it up, placing it on the wound to clean up the blood, when he saw it was only a graze he sighed and let her head drop on the deck a little, "Wake up, you baby."