"You idiot!" Dren shouted at Hitori, seeing him rip the shrapnel out of his 'employers' shoulder. "You take it out that harshly, you'll make the wound bigger!" He shook his head as he knelt before him and did a brief check over the wound. Well the paste stuff would at least cover it, but it was still going to hurt like hell. He frisked a hand inside his cloak and took out a bell shaped bottle and uncorked it, pressing it into the wounded man's hands. "Here, just hold your nose when you drink this. It'll help close up the wound." 

With that matter dealt with, Dren became aware of the goblin horde encroaching on them. He could see his supposed ally boring into them but there were a number slipping through the cracks and headed for them. Dren stood and held his cane in one hand, intent to fight. Perhaps just to protect his own life or the life of the man he's just attempted to help... who cared at this point? There was work to be done. He raised his cane up as the three brass stars lit up and the head hummed with magical energy. 

"Blizzara." He muttered as his cane struck the ground and a sheet of ice descended upon the goblins, striking many, even freezing some to the spot. Dren kept a defensive position in front of the others, slinging further spells at the encroaching force to keep them back, picking off whatever stragglers didn't get mangled by his... frankly monstrous associate.