"What the-" Jake sputtered in surprise as his strikes seemed to be all blocked by a hurricane of sharp blades. He took a couple of steps back, taking stock of the situation around him.

Apparently, a couple more had entered the fray.

"You know, I asked [i]her[/i] the question," Jake said in mock exasperation, before turning to the Elven swords-lady. "I mean, come on, lady, common courtesy and all, right?"

No answer.

"You know, this is going to be a very boring conversation if you don't contribute," he joked. He shrugged. "Oh well..."

Still he resumed a readiness position, and glanced to Oner.

"Kid, you okay?" he whispered. "Got any ideas right now?"