"Maybe we don't have to show your abilities? If we go now, and I mean NOW, maybe we can set fire to some of the boats in the back before they reach our home. Then we can dock and join the fight. Mia, we could use your help, if these invaders win, the new residents won't be as sympathetic as we are. But if you want to stay, we'll be back after the fight."
He packs up his stuff, grabbing the lamp oil, and heads towards the boats, ready for war.