Duster tensed, prepared for a fight. There were four Heroes against several soldiers without magic powers. They could take them.

A glance at K'pandolu doused his fighting spirit. There had to be more guards nearby, hidden around the house, now that he realized. Four against an unknown number, with Rialynn's father in danger. Poor odds.

Duster dropped his spear and followed suit, raising his gloved hands to shoulder level. Yet his eyes darted from soldier to soldier, already preparing a plan of attack in case they had no choice but to fight.