And a fight he would have.

The minions that come for Domon had swords and spears, archers at the ready behind them. But while their fellows attacked directly, aiming to take down their targets as quickly as possible, they taunt, stay just out of Domon's reach for the time being. The closest to him jabbed its sword, just before barking at him. Another howled, and a chorus of almost childish giggling followed the animalistic sound.