Nobody had any interest in the beastly hulk standing nearby, too busy beating the crap out of eachother, and the poor mage were pretty much dead meat at this point, so he simply decided to slaughter whoever was closest: at least, he wouldn't be much of a target for long range attacks this way. 

Unsheating his sword and parting his feet, Rauchnaut turned towards the gunner hiding nearby, crouching behind a boulder. He were about to dart towards his newfound enemy, knees already bent and back slightly hunched, but suddenly, another challenger appeared out thin air, materializing in the shadows. Rauchnaut paused for a moment - and then pounced at them both. In one low, skidding jump, he would reach his prey, stopping within a few feet, and then sweep down at them with a clockwise cleave, aiming to hit the blade wielder first, and only then, his initial target.