Mai'lo started to laugh at the memory of the ballistic sandwich but choked it off a moment later, a frown creasing his brow. "Anyone else hear yelling?" He asked. 

He took a few steps past Tailpin, looking ahead in the direction that Iris had run. It was hard to make out, the distance making everything smaller but there definitely appeared to be a battle underway, and no easy sign of Iris. 

"Come on, guys, Iris might be in trouble." Without waiting for a response, and hoping they followed he broke into a run, bent low with on hand grasping the hilt of his sword for stability while his legs churned like pistons, propelling him forward at a startling pace for a man his size.

As he ran the health bar that constantly floated within his field of vision caught his eye. 300 hp, level 4. [i]Gods, I hope that's enough.[/i] he thought.