Gilfreds expression hardened and his hand dropped to Clarent's hilt when the thunderbolt of a boomerang saild overhead. Almost without thinking Gilfred stepped in front of Thema, and closed his eyes tightly, as the flash and crack of thunder rang out. As the ringing in his ears abated, he opened his eyes and stepped forward, drawing his sword as he did so, the metal making a hissing rasp as it exited the scabbard. Gawain hurried up to Gilfred's side as he stopped next to his brother, he wasn't quite sure what the others wanted to do with what appeared to be scouts as of yet, but he was prepared to kill them if necessary. "I would listen to the both of them" he said in a low voice "You might have bitten a little more off than you can chew."