Tyme took his blade from Mal and stood slowly, using it to support himself, "Sorry, force of habit." he apologized. He nodded at the suggestion, it wasn't like he'd be able to fight right now anyway, not with his injuries. However, before he could make any sort of move towards the group, Red had done something involving his bracelet. Looking over his wounds, he noticed they were healed, leaving no scars whatsoever. When he heard the word 'magic' he turned his head to look at Red, who was now shouting orders. He wanted everyone to fight? Hell, that was something Tyme was good at, fighting. Lifting his sword from it's position as a support tool, he now held it with both hands, not speaking a word as he bolted forward into the fray once again. This time he made sure his attacks were timed with the gunners of the group, engaging the guards when they were shot at. The first guard to be caught in this was felled easily, though the others became aware of this and did what they could to prevent another coordination from occurring. It didn't stop Tyme though, he also assisted the other swordsmen, no longer wishing for this fight to drag on even further. "Guys, focus on helping each other take them down, this fight has already gone on long enough!" he shouted, using his sword to block a swing.