Freir silently trailed Xia's footsteps. As the sound of steel clashing against steel intensified, he tapped into his sword's Soul Stone and cast an Evasion spell, one of his favourites. This little trick confused the victims around him and, as long as he didn't do anything to attract attention to himself, gave the burglar an easier time slipping past commotions. He turned around the corner in time to observe Xia charging a small ogre party in a fury. He spied Alm towards the side, stirring up his frost magic in preparation to take on a behemoth of a troll. These targets weren't what interested Freir however.

Without pause, the northern thief kept up his pace. He approached an orc, still trying to recover from Xia's vicious attack towards it's shins, and rammed his boot into the creature's sternum. Freir's smaller frame betrayed his strength. His foot destroyed his opponents ribs and was placed precisely enough to induce immediate hearth failure from blunt trauma. Without giving the downed fiend a second thought, Freir rushed forwards, one hand reaching for the small axe strapped to his belt. In one swift movement, the axe flew from his belt and found the throat of another orc distracted by Xia's assault. As his second victim hit the ground, the turquoise eyed Irregular proceeded his march. His attention turned towards the Orc that his partner had slipped past. He took advantage of the monster's distraction to hurl his weapon towards the back of it's skull. His aim was true and the orc's body hit the ground with a loud thud.

As he recovered his axe, he saw his captain's daughter along with a small contingent of guards heading towards a new group of invaders. "This one has a more suitable mark", he observed. With Xia's rearguard secured, he picked up a felled guardsman's shield and dashed into an alley between two houses. As he ran, he once again tapped into the Soul Stone and produced another one of his trademark tricks. He cast a Reinforcement spell on his right glove and readied himself to flank his opponents. 

As soon as Xia's smokebombs exploded, momentarily lowering the guard of the orcs, Freir leapt from his hiding place. For a few moments he soared over several orcs' heads before ramming the shield into the  back of the neck of a tall orc standing at the back of the group. Before two surrounding orcs could understand what had just transpired, the thief dropped the shield in order to regain his footing, taking the moment to slash the heels of his nearest enemy and, without dropping a beat, uppercutting the next one's jaw with his hard reinforced fist. Freir then retreated towards the smokescreen, not wanting to be caught in the middle of an enraged group of monstrous orcs. Now that the pack leader laid on the ground with a broken neck, the group would loose whatever organisation they had in their ranks.