[@The Slenderman]

Silas slipped his arm around her waist, taking most of her weight as he grabbed his staff once more. She smelled more feminine than he would've thought, being a wandering sword. He began to walk slowly with her, taking care not to pull her off balance or over tax Akkina. "I've never met a stranger like you, before," Silas answered honestly, his voice deeper than usual as his emotions throbbed. And it was true; never had a strange woman inspired such a primal effect on the young man. This was uncharted territory, which scared Silas, who had never been lost in his life. "Why are you a simple guard at a pawnshop? That blade is a wonder, you could do anything." Silas hoped conversation would distract her from her woes.

As the group of men surrounded them, Silas felt a cold feeling come over him. He'd felt it many times in the wild when his life was in danger, being hunted by one of the many apex predators of the forest. He passed the staff to Akkina, wrapping her fingers around it. "Lean on that and let me take care of this," he whispered to her.

Even as the man pulled the knife on them, Silas had already drawn his own two swords that shimmered with strong magic. The blades were crossed on the throat of the man before the scum could bring it up to waist level. "Move and die. Any of you!" Silas roared, his eyes promising death. His hands shook as he tried to hold himself back from killing the stranger on the spot.