Amon moves Naya's arms from his waist and dismounts, jumping off of Ozrmuzhd sword in hand. The figure with the Scarlet band replies then from behind a shroud 'Greetings friend, what do you seek all the way out here?' the voice was harsh and rather gruff, it reminded Amon of the few other northerners he'd met.

Before he replied Amon placed himself between Ormuzhd and Naya and the three figures. Whilst focussing on the central figure he noticed that the other two were starting to circle and he began to feel the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. 'Me' he replied surprisingly nonchalant considering the circumstances 'I'm looking for an oases, perhaps you…'.

Amon didn't finish his sentence as one of the men in brown robes thrust his spear towards him, Amon dodged swinging Ra'Kes round to bat the blade aside. Then the other two figures attacked him their spears darted forward to join their companions and Amon jumped back to avoid the tips of the blades.

Ra'Kes burst into flames the sword glowing fiercely the fire spreading to sheath Amon's fist. 'Death to the unclean!' cried the figure with the red band and he launched himself at Amon his spear swinging around him in a blur of wood and metal. Ra'Kes came up to meet it, the blade slicing through the haft of the spear and leaving it smouldering where it had been cut. Another one of the figures jabbed low almost catching Amon's leg with the tip of his spear, Amon stepped forward in close against his opponent. Placing his hand against the man's chest his palm crackled with lightning before Amon pushed the figure back. The man hit the ground convulsing as his nervous system overloaded. That was when the final opponent struck Amon's arm, the blow was mitigated by Amon's ringmail but the blow knocked him off balance. Amon rolled as he stood he swung Ra'Kes from down by his side aiming the end of his slash at the man's neck. The blow struck true and arterial blood surged from the cut the man falling dead in the sand.

'ARRGHH' came a yell from behind Amon, the man he'd disarmed the one with the Red band ducked low trying to get under Amon's guard he slashed at him with a dagger. Amon punched down with his free hand, knocking the figure to the ground as he did so. The man fell face down in the sand, before he could recover Amon stood on his wrist and swung Ra'Kes separating the mans hand at the wrist. He screamed in agony swallowing a mouthful of sand in the process. Amon kicked him in the back, knocking him down into the sand once more.

'I am Amon'hotep Sorcerer Knight of the Sands! Know this when you meet your gods, tell them it was I who sent you to them!' he proclaimed, he wrested his free palm against the back of the mans head, closing his eyes for a moment. The man struggled for a moment and then dropped to the ground limp an unmoving.

Amon flicked Ra'Kes, the fire flared for a moment before dissipating as before The blade was pristine despite having been covered in blood moments before. Amon knelt he planted his sword in the sand one hand resting on the hilt, the other he closed in a fist and placed over his heart. He began to recite a prayer under his breath, before standing to look at Naya.