Originally Posted by
Grif
"Nngh, they're armoured," Tyrol muttered. At least they went down easily enough. He glanced up just in time to see Blades' and Co arrive and presumably already diving in at full speed into the fray. Most unfortunately, from his point of view, they looked like comrades of poor "Ruby Stones" coming in to help.
"Incoming!" he shouted, though the sound was considerably muffled through the handle-grip of his shield. He planted his hooves firmly on the ground and faced the oncoming party head-on. Or shield-first if you prefer.
On the other hoof, Lemongrass busied himself with making sure the two were thoroughly knocked out. He would buck each in the head once to make sure. Then he would turn around to face Blades and co as well, hovering a little in the air with spear ready.