The man had been distracted. Rising on his tiptoes, his body mostly obscured from her original place by the overgrown brush that surrounded the hovel. However, when her blade had slid against his throat he had gone deadly still. He was a big man. Muscular, though it was layered with fat enough to make one dismiss him as a layabout, or a drunkard.. Jira was much smaller, pressed up on her tiptoes to get high enough to press the blade into his throat. She would tighten her grip, pressing it back against his thick neck. Her lips pulled back into something that mocked a smile, tight and feral.
Thick fingers wrapping around her wrist, jerking her hand down, her body slamming against his back, and then suddenly she was being hurtled over his shoulder. Her first impulse to tense, yet she fought that, instead making her body relax, hitting the ground, now within sight of Kinngar once more. She.. Rolled, head over hills until she was rightside up once more. Strands of dark hair coming loose from the tight knot she kept it in. Only a second and she was on her feet again, her sword drawn, held low and ready, across her body.
The heavy man stepped from the brush, a movement that was oddly graceful for how bulky he was. Almost like a dancer. His head shaved, though a bushy beard covered the bottom half of his face. A plain leather jerkin pulled taut over his bulk, straining at the seams, his pants more comfortably fitted, leather as well, a long curved dagger hanging off his belt, though he still held the crossbow, the bolt already loaded. Those narrowed eyes taking in the boy, as well as the warrior lass who slowly rose to her feet.
'So this is 'im?' His voice a low rumble, like distant thunder, even as he would lift the crossbow bolt once more, aiming it directly at Kinngar where he still crouched on the ground. 'Not much is'ee?' Narrowed eyes, a startling blue, would focus on Kinngar as he would aim the heavy crossbow, the weighty weapon balanced easily in one hand, his finger tightening upon the trigger. 'I do nary see what all the fuss 'as been about..' His hard face wearing something akin to a smile as he would slowly lower the aim of the weapon from the boy's general area, to his head in specific.
Jira would launch herself forward, her heart seeming to beat double time. Every throb thundering in her ear. She didn't come this far to lose him already!