Swamped

"And where is this forge," you start to ask, but she's already swinging her blade. You barely deflect it - you're really not that good with knives.

"I have another question for you. Where is Ollie?"

"Who?" you ask.

"The man whose part you've stolen. He should have been here." She lifts her sword, and you step back as she swings at the space where you were. What in the hells is she doing?

"I didn't see him. I was just trying to get onstage for a look, and then someone thought I was an actor. What in the hells are you doing?"

"I see," the costumed stranger mutters. "He must still be backstage."

"I could use a little help here!" the man with the barstool cries out. You glance over; he's standing on a table, fending three masked fighters off. The rest seem to be heading for the stage.

"Is, uh, is that guy with you?" you ask. You really feel lost.

"We decided to work together," the woman says calmly, as she kicks one of the masked people in the face. "For the moment, at least."

"I think I have a lot of questions and this maybe isn't the best time or place to ask them," you mutter, as she knocks a slicer out of the air with her blade. The way things have gone for you lately, that probably would have hit you right in the head.

"We do seem to have some unwanted company. Fetch me old man Mackenzie's hat and then help me take care of them."

Hat...? You look back towards the stage. The actors have fled, but a hat is indeed lying on the ground.

"I don't know why you want it, but okay." You pick it up. "Now, have you got any actual plan for taking care of these guys?"