Torn from his whistling by the sound of someone pleading for their life, Myn turned, the waves behind him collapsing into a large puddle. A girl, cowering in fear. A rather large man with a boar slung over his shoulder. This would be interesting. Keeping to the bushes and behind trees, he approached the two. After a moment of internal deliberation he sprung up, drawing his foil.

"Let her be or find yourself impaled. Simple as that." He then started a countdown. "Five, four, three..."