Arnold leaned out from behind his shield and nodded at Ronan. “That was good,” he grunted, before he turned to take stock of the situation. His original target was nowhere to be seen, his aggressor was at his feet, and the third appeared to be  in the middle of a tumble toward Tamra. He rushed to put himself between Tamra and the larger man’s path. With a deep breath he, braced himself against the back of his shield, dipped down, and threw his weight against it, pushing upward and outward in the tumbling man’s direction, intent to send him back the way he came. “Again, Charlie!” he called to the monk.