The sword bounced back a bit, but it didn't impact on Devon this time. With both hands on the hilt, he was able to keep the hatchet at bay. The satyr pulled back and hacked overhead again.

Devon barely managed, but he was able to take the shield out and defend. But as he had little time to even ready his shield, it knocked him off balance once more, forcing him to a knee.

The hatchet came down once more, bashing onto the shield and almost managing to push Devon back over again.

The Satyr backstepped. With Devon being pushed back, it was able to create distance well and timely. It groaned, for a moment, as if annoyed by the fact Devon was not dead yet. The Satyr jumped forward again, readying its right hoove, to kick into Devon's shield. With one quick hit, the shield was subject to enough force to either throw Devon to the ground, or have the shield swipe to the side. It was up to Devon how he would respond.

The satyr jumped back once more to avoid the sword, but this time, it quickly gripped its chest after doing so. The water blast was still hurting him, and after pushing itself for so long it was beginning to show. Still, it raised its hatchet to chop down at Devon once more. It gave him just enough time to perhaps gain some footing, or launch a counterattack

The hatchet flung out of the Satyr's hand as Devon full on dashed into his midst. The Satyr flew back, and with Devon standing over it victoriously. It tried to scamper back on the ground, and started to sound a loud, goat-like cry. Very loud. Loud enough to be heard by the others. It helds its two hands up trying to protect itself. But it had nothing to defend itself with, except the skin on its bones.