That turned out to be a smart move. Just seconds after Devon decided to stay his hand, the sound of hooves behind him sounded again. A second Satyr walked right past him, using a spear of wood as a walking stick. A necklace dangled on it's neck, made of rabbit bones and the skull of a feret. It moved over to the campfire, very close to Devon.

There were no further sounds. But dusk was drawing near, so it would be likely that they would come to gather soon.

The second satyr that came over to the campfire kneeled down besides the first, it's back to Devon. By some way, that Devon could not clearly see from his position, it lit the fire quite quickly, before seating itself down beside the other Satyr.

He was no sneaky guy. Quite quickly, his movement caught the attention of the hatchet-wielder, who quickly made its way to its feet to prepare. But the one with it's back to Devon seemed less quick to react. He too was starting to get up, when Devon was already upon him.

The sword came through the shoulder, going through the throat quite well. The Satyr groaned for a moment, no longer capable to sound it's scream as it fell over, pulling Devon along as its head fell into the fire, whereafter it attempted to turn over and cover it's face and throat, though its death was imminent.

The other Satyr slashed sideways, attempting to hack Devon off of its back. The hatchet was headed straight for his head.

The hatchet clashed with the sword. And with the combined steadfastness of both Devon's arm and the bone structure of the near-dead Satyr, the hatchet practically bounced right off. This left the satyr wide open for the blast of water, which threw the satyr on its back with some serious blunt trauma on its chest.

Jumping from one to the other was a wide decision. But as Devon jumped over to this one, it was barely able to block the sword with it's hatchet. The stone hooking just under the crossguard. But the satyr had to keep its hands extended to fend Devon off, while devon had the advantage of gravity and wasn't forced to overextend. The satyr groaned weakly as it struggled as hard as it could. Very, very slowly pushing Devon back away.

The push back halted. But as Devon tried to kick, he lost his footing, causing the Satyr to push to the side. Devon fell to the ground beside Devon, where the Satyr quickly attempted to chop to its side in order to hit Devon's neck in its stead.