Kael bristled at Hiecro's words, though he carefully kept the evidence of it absent. They didn't have much of a choice in the matter, just because they could probably beat the two knights didn't mean that it was a good idea to do so, all things considered. Maybe her boss would be willing to give him some answers. And hopefully she would put herself in the way of something lethal at some point...well. At any rate, the pavise shield was a bit large for him to carry with him...but it was also his only method of protection, so he'd have to just deal with that. Maybe the knight ally, Fortune, might be able to use it better.
...Kael had armed himself with her fallen comrade's crossbow and pavise.
Kael also takes a moment to grab the crossbow and ammo off the dead knight...the crossbow for strange, inexplicable reasons he can't really put to words, but the crossbow bolts because such ammunition seemed more effective than his own arrows. Of course, no telling how they'd work on that armor...but still, they can't hurt. He slips the crossbow onto his back, sliding it behind his quiver, while the bolts he puts under his belt easily to hand. Then he groups himself up near the others. He has no idea what a slug is...but he remembers the method of the knights' arrival, that might have been one. Glancing over at what appears to be his spiked, dead body, his feeling of unease grows...it sure would be nice to know what's going on...