Atrius didn't want to kill the monks, "Whoa, fellows, we're just going for a walk, she needed to stretch her--" He drew his fist back and smashed it into the nose of the monk directly in front of him. The man's head snapped back and Atius used his other hand to grab the man's robes and flung him into the remainder. "Run!" he shouted at Alina. He waved his hand. He could catch her, but if he had to worry about her the monk's would pose a greater threat to both of them. He kept waving her off until she got the hint.<br/><br/>He shooed her with big motions and one of the men slashed his forearm with a blade. Hissing h gave the man an arm to the throat and he went down. He was trying to get himself into position to simply run. He couldn't take this small group and the one's coming at him. He took another cut, this time to his right shoulder. Of the three or so remaining monks one tried to stab him with a pitchfork, he dodge, flexing out of the way and grabbed the haft. Pushing back he hit the monk in the sternum with the butt of the weapon. Whipping it around he threw it and began to bolt.<br/><br/>He didn't see Alina, but he headed for the trees and left the temple behind. He didn't hear it but a sickle hit him in the back and he kept going, it hurt and it had given him another slash, but the odds of even a trained monk could only hope to get a stopping blow. Still, his breath came short, combined with a bad ankle he was having trouble keeping up his sprint. He made it deep into the woods though before falling down, "Alina!" He called out. He wondered where she'd gone, had she gone, "Alina!"