Thenn part-1

Both of his companions gave a surprised look, yet Tyrion gave an amused chuckle. "Wait, you battled a fierce beast throughout a night unscathed yet, at last, it gets the jump on you?" The dwarf questioned.

Sighing, Jason suddenly tugged the collar of his cloak and leather jacket along with the plain shirt he had aside. His neck was exposed and despite all the skilled healing, he had gotten that small scar remained. "Wound like this kill most men. Lucky I pulled back just enough to avoid getting my throat slit." He calmly stated.

Tyrion had a nervous look, lightly rubbing his neck at the thought. "Point taken."

"In the end, I subdued him, then passed out from the bleeding and exhaustion. King's men found me and him. Took us both back to the new palace where I was passed out for two days than before waking up. Took another two days before I was strong enough to leave, though in the end, I rode off with three thousand spheres (the currency of Jason's world) and the high praise of a king." Still, he'd give a small sigh. "Still didn't mean people tried to cheat and rob me at every turn though."

The dwarf chuckled at that remark. "The more fame you have, the more people will recognize you."

Jason nodded in agreement, yet was became oddly silent. For a moment Jon and Tyrion looked at the Surgebinder with a questioning looks, unsure what was going on. "Jason?" Jon spoke up, shifting up in his seat slightly.

However Jason didn't even glance at Jon, yet one hand shifted slowly toward his blades set beside him. Tyrion gulped nervously as his gaze shifted to the dark woodlands, his mind still fresh with the terrible demon tale. Jon kept calm as he too reached for his long sword cautiously. He knew Jason noticed something he or Tyrion couldn't that was considered dangerous. For a long moment, the only sounds were the crackle of the campfire, the creak of the surrounding woods and Tyrion heavy breathing.

Suddenly there was a snap and in an instant Jason moved, steel sword drawn out as he suddenly rushed at Tyrion. The dwarf yelled in surprise before the air rang out as the Surgebinder's sword struck something out of the air. It took a moment for Tyrion to process what had just happened as he'd glance to his side, seeing an arrow clatter down onto his lap. "He…he deflected an arrow?!" He muttered in shock. Even Jon was shocked at what just happened, his sharper eyes having seen what just happened.

Soon there were yells as figures charged the camp from the darkness, familiar ones for Jason as he'd recognize the rough leather and fur outfits of Wildlings. "Watch our flank, Jon! Don't hesitate because they won't! Tyrion stay low and get my crossbow!" He ordered before another arrow flew right at him, yet with ease he deflected it out into the darkness, drawing a pained cry as it hints one of the charging attackers.

"He did it again!" Tyrion yelled out in disbelief before another arrow struck at the nearby tree, making him yelp in surprise. He'd quickly throw himself to the ground to avoid any more arrows while the Wildlings rushed in. There was at least eight of them counting the one archer hanging back. The leader of the group was a towering bald man with ritual scar marks along his face, wielding a fine steel battle axe. He had an arrow to the side, the one Jason had deflected, which the savage pull out and snapped with one hand.

"White-haired one…" He growled while the rest of his Wildling raiders rushed in.

Jason smirked, a thrilling look in his yellow eyes to at last have a real fight on his hands. Glancing to Jon, the young man had a serious look about him yet seemed ready for this moment. Quickly two Wildlings faced off against the Surgebinder, broadly swinging their worn weapons at him. They lacked any real tactic or pattern of attack, leaving their defences low. For once he didn't have to hold back as he'd parry one blow, guiding the weapon aside while twisting about to dodge the other Wildling's attack.

The savage he dodged howled as Jason sword cut across his back, knocking him down, twitching as his spine can be severed with one clean blow. "Bastard!" The other yelled as he'd lunge in to strike directly at Jason who simply stepped back and blocked a follow-up attack. Quickly one foot kicked the Wildling in the gut, knocking the wind out of him before being thrown onto his back. Flowing with his movements, Jason spun his blade about before stabbing down right into the man's heart who gave such a shocked gurgled cry before being still. He'd withdraw his blade of the man's chest, spinning it about to flick the blood of the blade and across the ground.

Glancing back, the Surgebinder saw Jon facing against two Wildlings of his own, handling them with ease. He avoiding blocking excessively, relying more on footwork to avoid their wide attacks and counter at their side or flank. One got stabbed clean through the side, gasping out before Jon withdrew his blade and spinning about to block a high blow from the other Wildling. He'd shift and twist their locked weapons, deftly disarming the raider in one smooth motion before slashing upward cross his chest.

During all of this, Tyrion was scrambling for Jason's pack and quickly grabbed the one-hand crossbow which was already loaded. One of the Wildlings saw the dwarf in on the ground, seeing him as easy pickings as he'd close in. The dwarf quite panicking with the battle happening around him quickly aimed the crossbow before firing, striking right into the raider's chest and halting his charge. Growling at the pain while Tyrion quickly reloaded to fire another shot close by the last bolt before the man dropped to the ground dead.

All that was left was the archer, the axe-wielding leader and one nervous young Wildling. Jason eyed the three, the archer and other raiders openly nervous as the Surgebinder and Stark had beaten multiple people at once. The Surgebinder eyed the three, yet noticed the scarred man had a wild look in his eyes.

"You dance as if the blade was part of you." He chuckled, voice deep and gravely. "I thought the south be full of soft people…yet you are different." The man saw Jason's yellow catlike eyes and grinned. "Yes. You feel the thrill like the half-beast you are. The bloodlust of killing another without mercy. You've done this countless times."

Jason didn't shift his tense stance as the Wildling leader laughed out at that fierce stare. "One chance to back off. Crawl back north and huddle in some far off corner. You got over the Wall somehow…best try to enjoy that freedom while you can live." He coldly threatened the warrior.

"A Then doesn't run or cower, Southern." He'd grasp his axe in both hands, spinning the massive weapon about with agile skill. "We are the true First Men. These lands belong to us and we claim it or die trying!"

Jason spun his blade about in his grip, stance low as he stared the Thenn down. "That can be arranged." He muttered before noticing Jon standing ready to fight. "Stay out of his Jon."

"He's a Thenn, Jason. Few men can fight one alone." The Stark remarked as the tall warrior slowly stepped closer.

"Lucky I'm not like most men. Guard Tyrion, the other two don't seem to be backing down either." Jason answered back, not looking away from the axe swinging warrior.

The Thenn was pleased that the Surgebinder planned to face him one on one, grinning eagerly. "Kill the others. If you dare step in I'll cut you up myself!" He threatened he'd move in, axe raised to his side to attack.