Looks like Tony had his answer. As he watched his teammates running into the fray, he was reminded somewhat of his military career. There were the idealists jumping straight in and the people who followed so that they wouldn't get killed. It made him feel at home, in his element. It wasn't exactly the greatest situation but he felt at ease regardless.

Tony moved forward to follow his teammates, blocking the odd orc or two. He headed to the frontlines alongside Leila as she moved, towards the town center as it turned out, and took up his position beside the others close to the center. He half-raised his shield and readied his axe, in preparation for an engagement. He said nothing while doing so, not because he didn't have things to say, but because it wasn't the time to say them. And he was never exactly a good speaker.

Tony was a soldier, all he knew was fighting and cooking, and right now he needed to fight. They could dance with words all they liked but at the end of the day, it would turn to bloodshed. Because when words failed, all that is left is war, and Tony had been living in war for as long as he could remember. He wasn't sure that they could really take on the tyrant in the state they were in, but it didn't matter. He would be ready to defend his teammates, because that was all he that could do right now.