Emon stayed their with his hands held up as the fight started around him. He hesitated another moment more to see if anything was being fired towards himself. He was tempted to leave it run its course and run off, continue following the trail that brought him here, but then these hunters might be victorious and come after Emon again. No, he would take the opportunity now to join the fray and snuff out this threat here and now while he had the confusion on the support of random numbers. Dropping low to the ground suddenly he gave the coiled spear a tug and straightened it in his hands with a quick snap and a twist, the spear head revealing its deadly blade. Properly equipped for the task at hand he leapt over the tables in front of him with frightening speed and agility intending to intercept the next attack from the human with the light sword and shield. He seemed the most skilled of the trio of hunters, and there for the most worthy opponent.

With the attack parried Emon would enter into a series of snake like strikes in which the spear head quickly retracted and attacked over and over again. With his superior agility, it would be hard for most combat veteran humans to keep up.