A man ran towards Carver sword raised. But Carver hadn't claimed to desire hurting the man.
There was no time, with a few light steps Furnace positioned himself between Carver and the attempted flank.

"Then I will hurt this one."
He stood crouched, with word held at an angle so the tip reaches the tip of the grass. There, locked in pflug he waited the everlasting seconds while the man stormed closer with his eyes on Carver. The moment the man was close enough. Close enough to see Furnace. Close enough to charge into his reach. Furnace jumped up, sword piercing forward, thrusting in a single forward motion.