"Not in the slightest," was Braden's reply to the PM. He had what he needed already. A shield vendor had his cart parked on the corner between the market and the plaza. Braden hit the side of the stall at a full run and kept pushing. The wheels were hesitant to go, but he'd added enough force that he was off and running with it before the vendor could try to stop him.

Now with a mobile barrier in front of him, Braden charged straight at the archer. She was cutting toward the building behind her, trying to get up to the roof. Braden couldn't have that; he steered for her heels, coming from directly behind her with the intent to run her over. He blew right past players whining about gold. She might reach the building first, but she wouldn't have time to climb up before he was on top of her. Now Braden drew his sword, keeping his left hand on the cart for steering.