Their gazes were hungry and intense. They didn't even answer Isiea's question. "You'll thank us afterward," the satyr promised, and lunged. The girls might want to start running.

Isiea takes out her knife and attacks them.

Lise quickly gets up and gets away from them.

Some of the herd pursued Lise, whooping and shouting promises: that she would enjoy it, that she needed to loosen up a bit. They were much faster, and the lead goat grabbed her from behind, arms around her waist. The other satyrs closed in, grabbing and pawing, tearing at her clothes.

The rest of the herd went for Isiea, being careful of her knife

"Ares, get out here!" Isiea calls, swiping at anybody who got too close.

She struggled in their grasps, fighting furiously at them.

Ares obeyed, running away.

The oak above Lise moved. With a deafening creak, a gnarled branch as thick as her waist swung down and struck the lead satyr in the head. He dropped her and staggered back, and the limb swung back to hit him again in the stomach, knocking him sprawling. The other satyrs backed away.

That wasn't what she had in mind. She'd meant 'get out here and help me'. But she improvises and dashes onto Ares' back.

She fell to the ground, and backed away from them.

As it turns out, Ares had gone to get help. For both girls.

Goat-boy got his feet under him and stood, glaring at Lise. "I see you like it a little rough," he wheezed, brushing himself off. Shaking his head, he ran a tongue over his lips and stepped forward. "That's okay, we can do rough, right, boys?"

"So can I." A dark shape glided out of the trees, a portion of shadow come to life. The satyrs blinked and hastily stepped back as Ash strode into the middle of the herd. Looming up behind the girls, he slid an arm around one of their shoulders and pulling the other to his chest. "These two," Ash growled, "are off-limits."

"Prince Ash?" gasped the lead satyr, as the rest of the herd bowed their heads. He paled and held up his hands. "Sorry, Your Highness, I didn't know they were yours. My apologies. No harm done, okay?"

"No one touches either of them," Ash said, his voice coated with frost. "Touch either of them, and I'll freeze your testicles and put them in a jar. Understand?"

The satyrs cringed. Stammering apologies to both Ash and the sisters, they bowed and scurried away. Ash shot a glare at two piskies hovering nearby to watch, and they sped into the trees with high-pitched giggles. Silence fell, and they were alone.