One minute you're sitting there in the shade, trying to enjoy a gulp of water before you plunge back into the desert heat -- the next, a woman's put herself between you and a cactus that was sneaking up on you, and initiative gets rolled before you even know what happened.

Roy bolted to his feet, the greatsword on his back practically flying into his hands, only to discover the rocks the cactus had been creeping around now effectively walled him off from engaging it, with her between it and him. "I sincerely appreciate the help," he said, speaking up over the chop of her sword and the gasps of her own breath, "but I'd much prefer to actually take a shot at it myself, if you could..." Maybe scooch over a bit?