Darius waited, listening.  The sounds of battle, however odd, were audible beyond the thin strip of metal he had left of his barrier.  When that quieted, he had his orders, and that was all he needed right now.  If his orders led to his death, so be it, but he would do his best to follow them.  So he waited, listening, not so much as to the details in the noise, but to it's intensity.  When silence fell, he would be ready.