With him having to keep his shield up nonstop to defend himself from arrows, this battle lasting longer would only benefit the opposition. He did do strength training, of course, but nobody could keep a shield of that size raised for extended periods without feeling the burn. Karvos eyed the location where his female ally was currently locked in a one-on-one struggle with her twisted foe. With the orc being handled quite effectively without his help, perhaps it would be best to change targets and defeat the last of the melee attackers as soon as possible so that the enemy archer would stand alone and stranded on top of the carriage. Climbing up to greet her now, or other methods of reaching her, would be most unwise to attempt while the ground around them wasn't secure unless they had faith in the woman to hold him off. Frankly, he didn't have much faith in anyone besides himself.

With his mind quickly made up, he shuffled sturdily to the side so that he was coming upon the one eyed lady's last known position just as the latest exchange of blows was being made. He took a larger step now to try and reach them in time to save her, as she seemed to be on the loosing end of things. As he stepped forward he swung the hammer towards the back of his skull, hoping to crack it while he was still busy grappling with her.