"Tch", Jon pursed his lips, "You heard the man! Men, bring the injured and vacate the area. The rest of you, follow me and block the entrance with your life!" Jon barked. Long chuckled; he rested his staff on his shoulder as he threw a mocking gaze towards the figures dressed in black, "What are you dwindling around for? Come at me, you lowlifes!" Long provoked with a roar. "Grr", the four remaining figures dressed in complete black growled, "Let's kill this son of a bitch!" they said towards each other as they formed a four-pronged star formation.