Arla had simply cowered when the fight broke out. It seemed prudent for the moment. Once the battle was fully engaged most of the Gamorreans would be distracted. It also didn't help that, thanks to the plan, the entire establishment plus the man-pigs were fighting Teemo's former prisoners. The light sticks flared, sending out a number of bolts back and forth. In addition, few of the fools were taking cover. One would think they'd at least kick over a table. One even fired a one of those flying sticks which detonated amidst them.

With most of their attention on the others, Arla took two steps and leaped from the stage and landed atop one of the Gamorreans. Her makeshift shiv flashed as she plunged the blade into the man-pig's thick bullish neck. Locking her legs around the creature's girth she continued stabbing while searching the battle with her eyes, looking to see if any of the Gamorreans were turning about to see what had happened to their rearmost ally.