In an instant Carver's sword and shield were in his hands. There was no time to think, no time to pontificate on why this attack was occurring. Now was time for action.

Carver cast his eyes about him. The situation was bad. Townspeople everywhere in absolute disarray, enemies approaching from all angles and running roughshod through the town, an ettin smashing up just about everything. What was more, two helpless strangers were already in his protection - he couldn't leave them behind to mount a defense for the town.

'Helpless' maybe wasn't the best word for Alula, though. He watched as she exploded into blue light and fired a beam of energy into a crowd of attackers. No time to think about that, either. For now, it would just have to make sense, especially as the light show seemed to have attracted a small horde to their position.

Carver grabbed his helmet from his bag and shoved it onto his head, flicking the visor down. "Alula! Furnace! Kelvin! Stay behind me!" He shouted as he brought his shield forward and raised his sword up behind it. "We're going to find the others!"

He had to hope they would listen. "In the name of the sun!" he shouted, and surged forward at the fastest pace he could muster, into the throng of foes.