Pox heard the call of battle behind him and quickly looked back to his trap.  He had to set the line quickly, as he had to get back there to keep an eye on everyone.  He wondered if he could use the pillars as- nope they were climbing the pillars.  Actually there wasn't alot of practical cover for any of them, and those arrows were going to be their real trouble considering the amount and their danger.  He could already see Gwen heal the first wound.  It made him look back to check again.

And he managed to catch the stick hurtling towards him just in time.  Pox hit the deck/ fell back and the javelin hit the hallway infront of him with a loud [color=green]"YIPE!"[/color]  He took a breath, feeling his heart pound before he reached for his crossbow.  The bolt held a vial of his tranquilizers but considering they were snakes, he wondered what their resistances were.  

And suddenly he saw a shadow come over him and he looked up with another yelp.

[@Sync] [@Valorous] 

A giant of a soldier, clad in plate.  He was imposing huge, and Pox was tempted to turn the cross bow on him, but then another came, a man, a wild looking man, dangerous.  Two foes!  This wasn't- [color=green]"What?"[/color]  They offered their assistance.  [color=green]"Oh. Oh yeah!  Great! Go!  Go forth!"[/color]  he invited them to join the fray.  Whelp, so much for getting snuck up on.  He couldnt help but smile at the turn of events.  He didn't need to keep his Garda Eggs at the door anymore, instead...  Ooooh.  He turned, following the two men he had to get closer to the action to get his target.  He tied the Garda Egg to the end of the crossbow bolt.  A bit of fire should stop some of those arrows.

[@RoccanIronclad]

Suddenly, he turned his beak.  The squelsh of blade to wound clicked in the air almost as if it was calling his name.  He immediately looked to his companion, the Snake Man had landed a blow with its scimitar, a nasty chopping wound.  Pox furrowed his eyes behind his lenses and made his way over, heading just behind the front lines  to within range.  His eyes, the lenses, and his hands took on a poisonous green sheen as he seemed to grab at invisible threads and pull- but he stopped, remembering what was called out to them.  Indeed, he didn't get that prickle of blood that he was inherently attuned to.  Some kind of enchantment.  He sighed with relief.  He would be okay, he hoped.

But Pox would take advantage of this vantage point, a break in the line of his allies, a direct shot to the aggressors.  He aimed his cross bow to his beak and took a breath to aim, to lead.  He didn't need to hit, but he needed to aim low regardless, better it spread before them then risk a miss.  He pulled the trigger and the bolt twanged, carrying and egg sized bit of claw with it, the fuse catching during the action.  The bolt would explode into fire, hopefully coating one, maybe two if he was lucky and perhaps breaking the charge of some of the swords-snakes.  

The archers were another matter, as they prepared another volley to aim at them.  Pox lowered himself as a smaller target, his hands going to his gear as he set the crossbow back onto its hook on his pack.  [color=green]"I'm gonna smoke the archers, keep them from aiming at us!"[/color]  It would take a moment for him to get out the proper bomb for him to do so.