Each breath Andrew took shuddered painfully out of his mouth, but he would not let that break his concentration. He waited, perfectly still, as the slavers closed in around him, and when the first got close enough he struck. Andrews fist made connection with the first slavers nose, the chain he carried dropping to the ground as he recoiled in pain. The shark pushed another one back with a swift kick to their chest, delivering an uppercut afterwards that sent the sprawling into a tree. He made sure to keep himself between the last huma standing and the archer, turning to face them and move along to keep himself out of the shot. The slaver raised his sword and brought it down, clashing against Andrews forearm bracer. The shark was about to follow up with a punch when a chain wrapped around his neck, pulling him back and cutting off his air supply. The first slaver recovered faster then expected, and all Andrew could do was watch in horror as the human in front of him brought the sword down across his chest.