He charges the one with a sword, lunging in to bite him.

He gets his teeth sunk into the man's cheek, who, from the sound of his scream, is not pleased.

The man stumbles back and slashes out at him with his blade.

He swats the sword aside with his arm. The arm is now bleeding profusely, but he has room to lunge again, tackling the man to the ground and attempting to rip his throat out with inadequate human teeth.

The man screams again (as the horses ride away) and shoves the sword into his gut.

That hurts. A lot. He is nevertheless determined to do some damage here.

His teeth catch something and the man’s throat spurts blood over his face. He abandons trying to further destroy his insides in favor of flailing and dying.

He hisses triumphantly, then collapses, curled up awkwardly around the sword.

The dead man bleeds beside him. He bleeds too.

Hoofbeats fade into silence.

He lies there, dizzy and in pain, for - an amount of time.

Eventually he notices belatedly that it has stopped hurting. He sits up; he's still covered in blood, which has gone all sticky by this point, but the sword is lying on the ground next to the dead man and not in any way intersecting his body.

He staggers to his feet and looks around to try to figure out where they went.

There are imprints in the leaves where the horses left, faint but visible.

A little ways out, the leaves transition into damp earth, and there it’s much easier to track.

Oh good.

He follows the trail.

It’s a long walk. The ground is clearer, here, though, so there aren’t so many twigs to step on.

Eventually, the forest opens onto a cliffside facing the ocean.

The three remaining men seem to have stopped — maybe to wait for the fourth — and are investigating their prize.

They’ve looped a rope around her neck a few times and tied it off, and one of it is holding the loose end while another, ungloved on one hand, shoves his fingers inside her. They’re laughing and speaking in a different language than the girl, one he can’t understand.

She’s shaking and clearly trying not to make a sound.

That's—

—actually really hot, wow.

But no, he's still pissed off. Those were good snuggles.

He tackles the closest man and attempts to bite his throat out, since that worked so well on the last one.

He takes the man holding the rope by surprise. His throat gives way surprisingly easily under his teeth.

The girl takes this opportunity to raise a leg and kick her other assailant hard between the legs. He doubles over.

Oh good!

He leaves the one he just killed and tackles the third, since the one who just got kicked is probably going to stay distracted for at least a little time.

The third shouts and tries to roll and pin him to the ground, grabbing for the short blade on his hip.

The girl approaches the one she kicked to try to knee him over, but he lashes out with his own dagger to slash her across the abdomen and she stumbles back.

He snarls, biting at the third man's face and neck.

He takes a healthy chunk out of the man’s cheek as the man pulls his sword, and he roars in pain.

Kicked-man manages to straighten up and advance towards the girl, who is dripping blood from the gash on her stomach. She dashes to grab the blade on the hip of the dead man—and when she notices the fight beside her she stabs it down into the back of the armored man. He’s not quite armored enough where it counts.

Very helpful.

He bites again, trying to get the neck properly this time.

He succeeds. Blood, death.

She turns around to go for the man she kicked.

He buries a dagger in her chest.

She crumples to her knees as he draws his shortsword.

He launches himself at this last man, hissing like a furious snake, completely ignoring the sword. He means to go for the throat, but finds that he is instead just biting off chunks of his face, too frenzied to get any more specific.

The man finds that he can’t effectively stab from up close, and that slicing at his back isn’t even effective as a deterrent, and very shortly that his nose is gone. There is screaming and hacking.

The girl leans up against the rock they had her prone on before and tries not to move too much.