Mamoru stood in the pouring rain as still as the trees around him. His hair was soaked, dark locks and strains were matted to his head and face. Rain water trickled over and down his bare chest and back, it's travel digging and looping into the muscular cuts in his torso. His weapon was held firmly in one hand, but the arm itself was loose and ready to react if the need came. It was just his luck that the moment he started to teach Shayna something forbidden someone would arrive outside his home to see it. The trickster wasn't above murder, but he hoped that he wouldn't have to sink to killing off the residents just yet so soon after he arrived.
But it was an option, and he couldn't let anyone get in the way of his plans. Kenash was a cozy little treasure nest and he wasn't about to give it up so easily. The idea did surface that they could be Rujaro and he'd rather it was that way. Those he could dispose of with no trouble from the locals. He was right, as he soon found out when two of them darted out from the side of the cottage. Mamoru narrowed his eyes and lifted his Naginata in a defensive position. "Oh you couldn't have picked a worse time to travel here."
They suddenly attacked and Mamoru saw the limb coming towards him at the same time as the other attacked as well. They were in tuned with the other, likely had fought together many different times in the past. He didn't race them head on, and instead, turned off his shoulder and tucked himself into a roll and moved away from them both. With the the length of his weapon he could have possibly blocked both of them, but he wasn't nearly comfortable enough to attempt it. He completed the roll, grabbing the tail end of his weapon with both hands and swung it out in a half circle just in case either of them had followed him looking for a quick end.
Standing up, Mamoru glared at them both and repositioned his weapon as he had before. One had some kind of lumber and the other a dagger. Both could be dangerous given the chance to strike, but the trickster had his own idea. He willed the power of his gnosis and cast an illusion upon his weapon. The object didn't disappear, but it became pellucid in the night. It was now gone from their sight and only when they were very close to it could they see the actual blade. This confused the men who were racing to attack him again at the same time.
Mamoru rolled off his left again, pushing himself closer to the man with the dagger. His hands gripped the pole of the weapon firmly as he swung it outward slashing across the man's stomach just as he raised his dagger to strike. With the weapon being almost invisible, he had misjudged Mamoru's reach and come in t0o close to the blade that sliced him up. The slaved dropped his dagger, both hands clutching his belly to try and keep his intestines from all falling out onto the ground.
The trickster was ready to finish him off, but just as he went to stab him, the lumber came crashing down on his shoulder. The Dhani hit the ground with a thud and lost his weapon in the process. On instinct he quickly searched for it and found the staff laying close by. He heard foot steps, a raging yell following it and coming in close. Mamoru quickly lifted his blade and swung it outward wildly where it crashed into the lumber and broke it in two. Suddenly a heavy boot slammed into his head and Mamoru fell backward onto the ground again. It took a moment to regain his footing and by the time he stood up again, the slaves had hidden themselves from view.