Sam drew back when someone else entered the fray. Phin. Of course. She stood, fists ready, wondering how this could possibly get any worse. "Damnit Phin! Get out of here! Take her with you. I don't want to fight you both, but I will. And I'll win." She sounded so sure, so certain. She didn't feel it.
Fighting was still going on behind them, around them. She wanted to jump back into that mess, to help her team and deal with enemies she didn't know. Enemies she didn't care what happened to.