They were on another one of their doctor voyages in the jungles of Brazil. Juan and Catherine had been taking nuns into the jungle with them for two years. This time they had taken three young Hexenbiest nuns with them to hone their skills and learn how things work out in the wild.
Juan heard the shooting and knew exactly what was going in. The village was being raided! Catherine was out in the jungle gathering ingredients. The rest of the nuns were in the village working on people. He was no fool. He grabbed his machete and rifle and silently slipped out the back of the hut straight into the jungle to watch and see what was happening.
This was a big group of drug runners. He counted fifty - but there were probably more. They went straight to burning and shooting. There were too many for him to go after. Catherine was out there!
The first group of drug runners had smashed through the village grabbing all the girls and his young nuns. They were screaming about burning witches and the girls were frightened. Juan knew the truth - these drug runners were going to rape and then sell these women as slaves into sex trafficking. That group of men dragged the women into their trucks and rumbled off.
The second group was mopping up the village, killing anyone they found and looking for "The witch".
His wife was out there - and he was going to fight with every scrap of power he possessed to keep her safe! She wasn't good in the jungle. There were too many of them to fight them all off while keeping her safe. He knew if she was with him they would kill both of them. He had to lead them far enough away so she could escape.
While Juan was a devoted and loving man, he had been hardened by years of farming, living in the jungle, and his fifteen years of military service.
Nobody ever accused Brazil's jungle troops of being soft and nothing helps you in the jungle. It's fight or die, and the jungle always fights.
Juan had lived his entire lifetime fighting. He had fought the ground and the sky to keep the crops growing. He had fought the jungle for his life. He had fought drug runners and revolutionaries in his military service. He had fought jaguars, anaconda snakes, and Wesen who ate people and never made any effort to conceal themselves out here. He was constantly being dragged into fights by big men who wanted to beat down a "pouco indio" - a short little scrawny looking guy from the jungle, and he beat them down too. And today, he would fight!
It was getting dark now. Night would be here soon. He knew he could pick every one of them off in the dark tangle of the jungle. He knew if he did they would spread out and kill his beautiful Catherine before he could deal with all of them.
He had to make them chase him away out into the jungle. He had to do this the noisy dangerous way. Juan knew exactly what to do.