Garret flinched backward as Alex mercilessly brained a bandit he'd been fighting with his foot, frowning hard when the money was brought up. His eyes flicked towards Girien for half a moment, and he silently thought<span style="font-style: italic">"That son of a bitch."</span>His plot to bail with the cash had failed, but there was still time to try and save face. Thrusting his spear backwards and nailing a bandit behind him in the nose, he responded to Alex with a tone of utmost offense. "The hell kind of thief you take me for, mate? I was just makin' sure the money was safe, is all. Was gonna pay you." It was a bold-faced lie.<br/><br/>But arguing in the middle of a huge clusterfuck of a battle was a frankly idiotic idea, so he decided to just go along with it. He turned in the direction that Alex had been running in, and assuming it was the right way to go, used his spear to send a surge of energy down and behind him. The resulting pulse sent him careening over the crowd, just a few feet above all the carnage. A few swings of his spear's bladed end deflected some would-be attackers' attempts to hit him, and he landed safely at the other end of the crowd, outside their boundaries in a near-kneel. Dust was kicked up as he slid across the ground, and once stilled, he rolled his neck and shoulders, ready to hold his ground.