Like... Ninjas? What the blazes is a ninja? He cast a more critical eye over his companion, noting the tell tale shakes and tics of a first time combatant. He'd seen such a hundred times nefore with the green recruits on the walls of Osgiliath and beyond, only they'd had months of basic training and drilling before being thrown to the wolves. He was torn between the need for someone to watch his back, and the need to keep someone who is essentially a civilian out of the battle. He peeked out at the brigands again, some of them had knives at their belts but they weren't drawn. They all just seemed to be clutching at the devices on their straps like you would a crossbow; were they some form of arcane projectile? He sighed a heavy sigh, realising the only course that could bring victory here.

"Miss Faraday, I think you can be of greatest service to me by watching this corridor and making sure that no one comes up behind me. See? There is only another opening on their side of the hall, and one nearer us that is choked by rubble."