Will had gone on the defensive as soon as Tuck had yelped, and he stood up from where he was lounging on the sofa to go to the window and peer out.
"He was an idiot to come here. What does he want?" he mused. "He can't take us all. Unless he just didn't check if you were alone, Tuck. Which was stupid." Will was alright with a bow, good with throwing knives, better with his fists and best with swords, and unfortunately he'd left his swords safely stashed away until he had a better place to live. Fists it was. He flexed his hands in preparation, waiting to see what the Sheriff would do.