His initial reaction to the sudden appearance of another figure was panic, and he grabbed the daggers from the ground. But before he could do anything else, the girl – Friday – had placed herself in front of Jake and pointed her sword at the newcomer's neck. As terrified as he was of the situation, he understood two things: Friday killed the other woman in self-defense, not because she was a cold blooded murderer, and the man had arrived with his rifle slung across his shoulder, not pointed at them. The last thing he wanted was two people trying to kill each other for no good reason; there was already enough blood on the ground to make him sick.<br/><br/>“Wait!” he cried to the two sword-locked warriors. “Don’t!” It wasn’t actually like there was anything he could do. On one side, there was a deadly swordswoman, and on the other some sort of space marine. “Don’t fight, not like this!” Still, he wormed his way between the two anyway, hoping that they would see reason.<br/><br/>Instead something else ended up halting the conflict for him. Friday suddenly pointed her sword in a different direction, and not a moment later, three menacing figures broke through the grasses and strode towards them.<br/><br/>“Well, what do we have here?” said the front most figure: a large brawny man with curved swords in his hands. “One for each of us!” The other men snickered, drawing their weapons as well and causing Jake to take an involuntary step backwards.<br/><br/>Then the men charged.