Karvos stood between his two companions near the center of the stagecoach about five feet away from it, his tower shield resting on the ground at his left side so that it could protect most of his body and cost minimal energy to hold up. Meanwhile, he was positioned with his left side facing forward to limit his profile sticking out from this protection on the right side, just in case someone tried to get all sneaky-like and fire an arrow at him or something.

His right arm held her halberd loosely at his right side at first, but then he snapped to attention when a massive crash erupted from the other side of the stagecoach. Looked like they meant business and were in quite the rush to get things moving. Moments after this noise had occurred he witnessed a truly ugly creature read his ugly head out of the window. Perhaps he was no more ugly than a normal orc, but he certainly looked tougher, even if he was likely more brawn than brain. As the orc leaped out and took a stance to issue a challenge towards Lars, Karvos grinned as it appeared like the brute had just cornered himself against the stagecoach in between two opponents.

He raised his halberd quickly to capitalize on this moment in order to try and joist him straight through the belly where his breastplate ended. To carry out this attack Karvos took a powerful step forward, starting with his front foot (careful to still remain out of reach of the long sword without his opponent having to advance towards him), combined with a thrust of his weapon once it got level with his target. Moving down to block him would likely leave himself open to Lars. Either way he'd quickly find himself in a world of hurt. Let's see how he'd get himself out of this one.