Her comforting hand squeeze calmed him down somewhat, but he hardened his resolve and clenched his jaw when he saw the mob and the writing on the wall. As soon as Camilla stepped back, his hand curled into a fist. The ugly man that was talking to him drew his baleful gaze. 

"First tell me [i]your[/i] business here." Cyrdic replied, to which the man seemed confused until he screeched. "Chaos lovers deserve cleansing by fire!" 

"I agree." Cyrdic said. "Good thing there's no Chaos worshipers here. Now step aside. I have business within."

Cyrdic towered over the man, but to the fanatic's credit, he didn't step back in fear. He merely grinned wickedly, taking a step forward as the crowd around him grew bolder and began throwing whatever they had on hand that wasn't a hand weapon. The leader spoke next. "Are you threatening me? A newcomer and his foreign [i]whore[/i] come to visit a witch. Perhaps I shouldn't bother the Justicar. Say I take care of you MYSELF." 

Within the blink of an eye, a dagger appeared out of the folds of his furs and he struck, quick as a viper. It was too quick and too unannounced for Cyrdic to block with his sword, so instead as the man drew back his knife, Cyrdic simply punched forward with his free hand. His fist connected with the man's face, and his head snapped back. 

The crowd grew silent for a moment, before they surged forward with an assortment of farming impliments as weapons, even with fear in the eyes. That is, until Cyrdic knelt down and picked up the prone leader, hauling him up and tossing him into half a dozen of them and drawing his sword in the same fluid motion. Behind him, he heard Camilla cock a pistol. 

They drew back, muttering among themselves. Some still looked to be debating on if attacking was the right thing, but as the other drifted away, they felt it was too risky. Cyrdic held his sword out until they all left, and then sheathed it once more, glancing to Camilla to make sure she was ok. 

"Cyrdic?" A voice called from the house, disbelief evident. He turned to see the Golden haired Eloise, as petite and kind hearted as ever, a bruise on the side of her face. "I didn't think you'd come."
[@Penny]