The urge to take the papers and answer overwhelmed him. He shakenly began to reach out a hand, when another man addressed him.<br/><br/>He shook himself off, clearing his head.<br/>Gathering his willpower, he fought to face his body towards the man who seemed to be in charge. Looking straight into the mans eyes, he nodded curtly. He held a hand over his heart for a moment, and spun back towards the door.<br/><br/>Looking at his dagger in consideration, he sheathed it. With so many other allies here, the problems close quarters combat loomed formost in his mind. Having so many enemies ready to burst through the door, the ensuing fight would be chaotic. He decided he would use his skills in Omato, a fighting style that used enemy momentum and blind spots, and throws to win fights. Knocking one of the monstrosity's down by force would be a folly, but he imagined, he could use their massive bulk to get them to the ground almost effortlessly, and have the guards hit with their crossbows.<br/><br/>Moving to the forefront of the small crowd, he planted himself about 15 feet from the door.<br/><br/>Assuming the horse stance, he bent his knees slightly, each planted about 3 feet apart side by side. Inhaling deeply, he held his arms out, one high above his head, and the other low just above his waist. He concentrated on his breathing, and tried to concentrate on surviving the night.