The young/old Dunwall was shocked by this sudden, swift turn of events, and doubly so by the faceful of sod that he got when he was shoulder barged by Tigress. He spat out a clod of earth before accepting her hand up. "Cheers, lass." he smiled as he got to his feet, before glancing at the bolt. "Could be a Big Joe 5.... But we'll talk later." he mutteres, looking at the two factions. "This is going to get bloody, unless we do something to stop it and quick." he muttered, as he looked to her for advice, unconciously cracking his knuckles to loosen them.