Swamped

"I think we should help the ones faking an argument," you whisper. "Pretty sure they've got something to do with the Grey we're trying to meet here, and if I'm wrong we can always just hold out until the patrol comes for them."

"Better be quick, then," Erin sighs.

You've already flung your slicer. It hits the remaining guard in the leg just as he steps back to dodge a punch.

He trips, and soon collapses.

"That's more trouble than I wanted," says a third knight who suddenly walks onto the scene. "And Sixth still hasn't shown up yet. So I've got no idea how we're going to..."

Sixth. Could be Tom Sixth, but there's at least one other. Still, it seems worth taking a chance.

"Is one of you Grey?" you ask, without stepping into their sight.

They glance around. The one who just stepped out speaks. Perhaps that's Grey.

"Maybe. Who wants to know?"

"I don't know what you're planning, but things are getting out of hand. Ash's knights are chasing Burgundy, and we don't know where she is right now."

They mutter amongst themselves briefly.

"And, more urgently, there's a patrol heading this way. So you might need a change of plans."

"Who are you?"

"Is that really important right now?"

"I guess not," he sighs. "Well, guess we've got to find a place to hide. Thanks for the help, I suppose."

"That goes for us, too," Erin whispers. "Maybe we should just go with them. Or have you got another plan in mind?"