Despite it being a warm, late-summer afternoon, Patrick was still refusing to go outside. He had eaten when Darerca forced him to, and he had bathed, but he still couldn't be convinced to do much else.
When he heard the sound of commotion and George sounding a little frantic, Patrick sprang into action. He darted into the kitchen, grabbed a saucepan, and then ran to confront whomever it was who might be hurting his brother. As if a kitchen implement could really make the difference in a fight against his big brother. As if Saint George couldn't take care of himself.
When he saw the scene in front of him, George having backed Famine into a wall, his sword drawn, Patrick dropped the saucepan with a clang. "Hey!" he yelled, not sure which one to be upset at in this scenario.