Nearing the fight, there was a bit of worry as it seemed to lull, only to burst into open combat again as he drew near. It began to resolve itself now, as he got the chance to see what was going on. It was full on combat, with what looked like a mage of some kind fighting it out with an archer. At least he wasn't the only one having trouble with the cold, though he couldn't imagine what that was doing to her at the moment with the fight going on. It was probably not fun, that much was for sure.<br/><br/>Still he could tell that things weren't going all that well. Her shield seemed to be flickering, and he also noticed that they were headed his way. Which would have been fine if it weren't for the storm of arrows going one way, and the bolts of fire that went the other. He really didn't want to get caught in the crossfire of that, he was fairly certain. Self preservation was a wonderful thing.<br/><br/>Well then, he was in a bit of a situation wasn't he? Go against the archer, or go against the mage. Or he supposed he could run away, but who knew how far he would get trying that, so it probably wasn't a viable option. Well, thinking on it, he did enjoy the thought of swooping in to save the day, which seemed like a viable solution given the taunting going on on the part of the archer.<br/><br/>So, drawing his rapier, he began to move towards the archer, drawing on what stealth he could muster to get as close as possible without her noticing, doing what he could to dodge any errant fireballs in the process. Time to throw in on this fight then.