Originally Posted by
Grif
"Hey!" Lemongrass yelped, as the swords flashed altogether too close for his comfort. He flapped his wings to gain some height, refocusing on the two. "Tyrol, they're not out yet!"
"I know, I know!" Tyrol grunted, his shield swinging to block a stab.
The two guards stared at the sudden change in the tide of battle.
"Hey, Tyrol?" Lemongrass said.
"Yeah?"
"Should we help them?"
"I have absolutely no idea."
"Yeah, I think they on our side."
"You think?"
"Look, let's not look a gift horse in the mouth, okay?"
Lemongrass winced at the terrible pun. "Low blow, Tyrol. Low blow. Let's do this."
They charged the one engaging Dawnstrider, shield and spear in tandem.