"Good question," Hamel said, answering Sancho with a thoughtful hand on his chin as he leaned away from one of Cormac's strikes. As he charged up for another blow, Hamel outstretched a hand, Cormac stopping in surprise.

"Hmmm, you're kinda dumb, aren't you?"

"Hah!?" Cormac growled.

"Even if you beat me...I mean, that's impossible, but let's just pretend. You couldn't beat Samehana [i]and[/i] Sancho, right?"

"W-why not?"

"See, you're all worried. No confidence...it's kinda disappointing, really." As Cormac was too stunned to reply, Hamel tossed and arm over the larger man's shoulder, insisting, "It'd be better to run and wait for backup, right? Then give us a real good fight! Or try. Mostly I just don't want to be standing around doing nothing why my guys beat up your guys."

"...Your guys?"

"Shhh, they don't know yet." Hamel said, before raising his fist and delving it into Cormac's gut. As the cook doubled over, Hamel started away, saying, "Sound like a plan then?"

Turning his head back, a large, metal flail shot at him, striking him across the face. Hamel fell back, rolling to a stop a bit closer to Sancho and Samehana. Letting out a cough, he muttered, "Ow." Looks like they had company...