Carver turned to face the betrayal and immediately got a mouth full of flail. Crying out, Carver immediately swung his shield into the chain, sending it spinning in an arc away from the man, while thrusting at the attacker's abdomen with his sword.

"Separ! Gnome! Friend with the gun! Take out the archers!"

Honorless, murderous, vile mongrels. Carver ignored the wracking pain from the side of his face and stepped back, trying to get the new combatant and the prior one in his field of view at once.