(keep in mind I am drunk :cheers:)<br/><br/>Pullio picks Spirirt up and carries her off of the road. "You stay out of danger, pretty lady." He says and bonks her nose with a finger. Then he returns to the middle of the road and takes a fighting stance, holding out his fists as f he is ready to battle. His eyes glance over to Spirit to make sure she is ok before returning to the dark shapes that grow ever closer. His odd eyes narrow as the berserker reaches for Triana, but not yet pulling her out, because as everyone knows once a berserker's weapon is unsheathed, it cannot be sheathed until it has spilt blood. His fingers wrap across the leather handle carefully, and with a practiced ease. Pullio is prepared to fight. OR get hit by a motorcycle or whatever.