The men didn't change their mind so Tyr would take no mercy. He pushed his arms through Aira, all she would feel was his chest pressed against her and an off tingly feeling. He grabbed the man behind her, pushing his hand through his chest and grabbing his heart. Pulling it through the mans chest before pulling his arms out of Aira. Most of the men stood in complete shock, not moving, scared stiff. He didn't waste time in grabbing his sword. His sword was huge, nearly as long as he was tall and the blade was broad and sharp. He heaved it around as if it were as light as a feather though.
Once he started with his sword some of the men seemed to gain there wits. Most ran, a few fought. It didn't take him long to dispatch the men that fought, it was clear they weren't career bandits, just men mistaking him as an easy target. It took him longer to chase after the men who ran, but he caught up to them one at a time, taking a sick twist to killing each one. He did leave Aira there, but once out of the chains she could defend herself well enough.