While his lord spoke to the machine man, his gaze was fixed upon the crowd of locals. Karl could feel the uneasy atmosphere as the locals eyed his lord, his retinue, and the lander with greed. Attacking their superiors was something Karl was not expecting the crowd of locals to do, but not held it above them. Taking a quick glance to Drake, he sees the man offer him and Lazarus an overly exaggerated roll of the eyes when the magos asked. He nods to show understanding before looking back at the crowd that was steadily getting more restless by the moment. Most times he would humor his lord with a smile of acknowledgement, but considering his visored sallet, Karl was unsure if Drake could see the serious look he was giving to the crowd.

They then began moving to where the machine man was taking them. The armsmen took position to form a protective box to shield the lord and the others from the crowd of locals. He was positioned at his lord's left side. Maintaining a good distance of 5 feet from his lord, Lazarus and the martian. He cast each individual a hard but analyzing glare as they passed through the parting crowd. For the most part, majority of the locals were smart enough to value their life. Though, sadly, it cannot be said for others present. Karl saw a large and unsavory fellow return his hardened gaze before reaching into his coat. Time seemed to slow as he saw the brute draw out a large stub revolver. 

Though before the man could even draw out the gun completely from it's holster, a glint of white flashed briefly as Karl drew his long sword and in an instant the man was relieved of both weapon and arm from the elbow downwards. As the man fell to his knees, screaming his throat raw as his bloodied stump of an arm continued to spill forth copious amounts of his life blood, Karl announced an open threat to any more would be attackers in the crowd unwise enough to act upon the urge. [color=slategray]"First and final warning. Let it be known that any weapons brandished against Lord Drake or his retinue, will be met with deadly force."[/color] As if do drive the point through, the wounded attacker slumps to the ground with a dull thud, dead from shock, moments after the veteran guardsman finishes his warning.