With the old man busying himself attacking Athena, Evan had time to explore an underrated force of nature. Gravity, as it assists and adds however much minuscule acceleration it can to the ice partizan now zooming in at least 50m/s towards the old man's head, from 15 meters high up.
	If the old man manages to block it, he will be rewarded with unbridled perseverance, as the ice partizan will continue to repeatedly shoot itself towards the old man's head, in the fullest force it could muster. Even if it were stuck partially on the shield, it would still muster pulsed surges of force to dig itself further and further in.
As long as Evan is within range. 15 meters.

Speaking of Evan, he has just reached Yvonne's vicinity and bows his head. "[color=6ecff6]Sorry... I await your receipt for the injury I caused...[/color]"
	Seems he pieced it all together, witnessing the blood that was still on the ice partizan, the blood and torn clothes on Yvonne's leg area, and the notable lack of injury on the old man.
	At this point he felt too guilty and distraught to notice the third enraged thug charging towards him, fresh off of its ice prison. Although, if the enraged thug's assumably heavy footsteps betray him, then Evan will grab one of the three warstaves on his back, turn it into a sharp shovel and ready up.

Distracted by the explosion, the second warg gets grazed by its shoulder and scooched away from its attacker. They were raring to assist against the old man, but they get flanked...
	They had a plan. The left warg will tackle the flanking thug with its entire body weight and pin him down while mauling the chest area towards the heart, while the right warg hops at the back of the left warg and dashes towards the old man, intent to bite at him or his pesky shield and take away chunks of his mana.