He turned his head to look behind him, noting at once a bard amidst the violence but realizing not who she was, nor that they had ever met before. His memory failing him still and his thoughts awash in the swell of chaos (so much so that he barely registered the faint whisper beckoning him onward), he could only surge back and try to protect her. Theo grunted his way past her, quickly covering the bard from an incoming blow. He held his greatsword up to defend from the attack, widening his stance to keep on his feet. He felt the anger pour through him again, hot and visceral, and without his summon, a fire began to sizzle across the flat of the blade, a hint of an unknown power.
"Fuck is happening here," he said to himself. Theo frowned and gave a quick glance over his shoulder to the woman. "You keep back."