Giro gave himself a moment to breath before getting back to his feet. He quickly became aware of three options. Stand his ground here, weaponless. Charge in in an attempt to rescue his sword while their numbers were still few. Or finally, he could head to the aid of the warrior nearby, where the enemy was proving thickest.

Seeing only three moblins by his blade Giro charged, keeping his body low and his legs working. As the first enemy made their move he dodge sideways and continued on. The second was unarmed, but brave enough to leap in Giro's direction. Giro paused, only briefly, to deliver a well practised roundhouse kick to his opponent. It practically bounced off the ground in response. Before this however, Giro was running again. The third opponent was running to get hold of Giro's blade. Giro however, was both taller and stronger. He got there first and scooped it up by the hilt with ease. The terror on the moblin's face was still evident when Giro made his swipe for it's neck in passing.

The next target was to aid this other traveller who had appeared. Reinforcements were thick now. Giro came in from the side of their advancing line while they were still charging into the fray. His speed gave him a definate advantage, as did the range of his weapon. He cut down many as they came, still running from the ones behind. Many turned in an effort to battle him, but much too late. Some few fled. It was the unfortunate nature of them to do so, so he forgave them and let them go. As he ran Giro became aware that he was getting closer and closer to the dragon. Likely he would have to make a move soon or he could end up in a rather dangerous predicament.

He slid to a halt twelve feet from the other traveller and took a few deep breaths in the brief pause they had to collect themselves. He held his blade high, pointed to the sky, with both hands grasping the hilt.

'Now, a brief question,' he began when he had gained enough breath to speak, 'If you're a friend, what's your name. If you're not then what are you?'

At this point however, the Moblins arrived.

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