Slay them.

Artur didn't confer with the mercenary he had brought, he simply grabbed the hilt of his sword, and ignited it's black flame, before dashing out into the hall toward them. The cultists turned in surprise as the cloaked charged from the columns. At the last second the closest cultist raised his arms to defend himself. Artur, spun in a tight circle, and whipped his black blade of unholy energy through the man's waist cutting him in half.

Suddenly everyone was moving. The two closest charged him, while the other four began to scramble around the fountain to help their comrades. The woman however was scrambling out the other side to get away from him. The clawed man on the right dove forward thrusting his claws, while the one on the left leapt brazenly through the air at him.

Artur continued his rotation and launched his left arm toward the right one, a shadowed arm materialized and launched forward grabbing the man by the head. Continuing his spin Artur whipped his blade through the other one, brutally ripping through his left side. As he cut down the flying madman, he launched the other one past him and sent the cultist tumbling across the ground.

Two more cultists ran toward him, from the right side. The one on the right feinted forward, as the left one launched claw first at him. Artur didn't fall for it, and instead spun around again this time bringing his blade upward, ripping through the man's arms, leaving him with bloody stumps.

As his companion reeled in surprise, he could hear two more cultists coming from the other side of the fountain. Heavy boots, let him know that the dark knight he had hired was joining the fray as they charged into them. With only one to focus on he stalked toward the man, expecting fear.

Instead the man flew into a frenzy and charged him. Artur smiled surprised, as he threw his left hand up, his demonic arm phasing into reality, and grabbing the man's skull in its fist. With a squeeze, he watched blood spray out between it's fingers, as he crushed the man's head like a grape.

Turning back toward the knight, he saw them finishing the last one off, by driving its sword through the back of the kneeling man. Yanking their sword out, their back was exposed to the man he had tossed across the room. With a scream the cultist leapt toward the knight's back. Their reaction was to slow, and they might have died, if Artur didn't slam his shadowed fist into it's stomach. The man stalled midair from the blow, and then fell to the ground winded, as the arm disappeared again. The knight brought its sword down decapitating the cultist.

Glancing around Artur realized the woman had fled the scene, which was unfortunate, but the fountain remained, ready to be explored. Walking over to the crystal blue waters, he contemplated the delicious looking liquid. Should he indulge, or perhaps make the knight test the waters first.