What the fuck was going on? Now Nathaniel could see visions of the future as well? Why couldn't such visions have worked to show him that coming here, to this time and place, was a bad idea?!
Remington was on his feet the second he heard screaming and metal outside. He pulled the sword, hoping it would be enough. He wasn't going down without a fight, and he sure as hell wasn't letting Nathaniel down. He burst forward from the tent and faced the attackers. While he was wearing proper garb, there must have been something about him that was just off and they knew immediately he was different.
The first man to lunge at Remington didn't even have a chance to regret it. He was run through in a fraction of a second. Okay, so the sword was heavier, poorly balanced, and a little dull, but it still worked! The hardest part was freeing it from the man's chest. Remington's bare foot came up and pushed out while his arm pulled back. But it wasn't quick or clean enough. He took a blow to the side of his head before he could strike again, and the retired Marine dropped with stars in his eyes. "Nathaniel.. GET AWAY!" The djinn had magic. He'd brought them here, he could leave by magic as well. He needed to escape, because he didn't stand a chance against these men otherwise.