Desperate times, as they say, call for desperate measures. The Ranger was never one to turn down a solution to his problems. Even a solution he didn't fully understand was a solution he would accept at this point. nodding, he took a moment to make sure his boots were strapped tight, his gear was stowed and strapped as he preferred it. When he was sure he would be free to move about and fight in the chaos he was about to dive into, he nodded to the kid.<br/><br/>"I wont be able to see you... so be careful. Find a way to let me know if you need help, and stay close."<br/><br/>He was likely about to charge to his death. The fight was hopeless, as far as he could see, but there was nothing else to be done. He would never run from a fight when there were friends to be protected. Moving silent as a wraith, and just as unseen, he scaled down the wall, avoiding the ladder as there were too many near by who would see him. When he made it to the ground, he peered around the corner, took stock of all he would be facing, and charged into the battle.<br/><br/>It was utter chaos. Every one of his allies, those he could see, was fighting on his own. He began working his way deeper into the enemy ranks, attacking with abandon. He swung at everything he could reach, aiming precise blows intended to kill. He didn't succeed with every attack he delivered, but enough of them landed, that he began to dig a furrow into the writhing mass of bodies, forcing them to pull back and reform.<br/><br/>After pushing into their ranks for some distance, he pulled back to avoid allowing them to close around him,and repeated the proceedure.