Ambrosio saw the battle and essentially threw caution to the wind when it came to how the children would react to him. He charged forward and used the momentum to throw his bardiche like a javelin at one of the thralls. His left hand now free, he formed his claw and actively guarded, planting himself by the boy that was likely Yazzy. "Looks like you need a hand. Get behind my shield if they shoot at you. I can provide cover."

He looked at the Euphoric Soldiers, his eyes narrowing. "If you take care of the thralls, I can handle the soldiers. Just let me get back my spear from whatever thrall just turned into a sheath."