"It's easy -" He lies, shoulders over to make room. "- Shoot 'til they're dead."

And to think the Chantry makes such a big deal on it all. A stray bandit stalks the edge of the cart, lifts his blade towards Astrid. A bolt of blinding light arcs out to find it first. His body jerks wild, drops on locked muscles a whole hair after it should. Someone in the distance screams,

He's on our bloody side!

Lazar's busy looking at Astrid. Sidelong, assessing: Bad bet to outrun her, slow archers don't last long. Have to see this one through.

"I'll distract 'em," He decides, reaching for the fallen blade. "But you gotta be ready with that shot."