“Not making any promises.” Flint merrily barked back as his hands were moving well ahead of his mouth; his old leather rucksack already swinging from his back as the sound of footsteps drew ever closer. Wasting no time he went about setting a proper fuse up on the delicate explosive that resembled a large clay ball all the while muttering something about “Damn Tarek.” 

Just as Flint finished prepping the devastating bomb two more Templars rounded the corner clearly looking for their lost comrade; it was obvious by their exposed faces and the way they held their weapons loosely at their sides that they were not expecting Flint and Erika. 

Although only face to face with the two (now shocked) Templars it was obvious that more company was soon on its way-the sound of more footsteps and clamoring armor echoing close behind the two new arrivals. 

“Who are-Tarek!” The larger of the two Templars roared as he noticed his recently dispatched companion still bleeding out on the floor, the site of which had caused his face to flush red with anger. Without another question he swung his blade in Flint's direction, the little dwarf literally throwing himself against the cave wall to dodge the incoming atack.

Cradling the unlit explosive in his hand like a newborn baby Flint roared angrily “Watch it, damnit! A little help over here!”
[@The Kraken]