"BACK!" Xavier snarls as Skybreaker shrieks above him. His lance splits the rope, which is a very impressive trick that really any experienced soldier can do, although his is helped by the rush of anarchic energy that shreds the rope when his lance-point touches it. "Who is responsible for this lawless rabble? Who dares so blaspheme against the will of Iomedae and her Queen?" 

"Your pamphlets are lies of Geryon!" Joan-Pau can join in the speech and be intimidating, too, if not nearly so intimidating as a gryphon. Wizard's hats are the optimum in a long military evolution, and just what they mean takes education.

(Anyone else need to be cut down?)

Reinforcements? Is Iker not going to hell today? Well, in that case maybe they are.

He pushes himself to his feet and shouts– nothing... He tries to shout curses at them but ends up just gasping for air. 

So he shakes a fist at the fleeing crowd and tries to catch his breath.

"Delegate Iker." Xavier's eyes flash over him. Is he just short of breath, or also bleeding from sixteen wounds and about to keel over?

Bleeding from sixteen wounds? Yes. If he makes it to the next army committee he's suggesting full plate instead of half-plate, and maybe spikes like the hellknights have.

About to keel over? Nah, it'll take a bit longer for that. It'd be nice to have some healing before getting into another fight, but he's used to the worldwound. So he's good at fighting to make it to the next day when the cleric can prepare another infernal healing.

He gives a quick salute and a hoarse "Sir."

Have a wand-tap. This wizard's got infernal healing in a stick. "One of your boys, Xavier?"

"Delegate Ardiaca, meet Delegate Iker. Iker, this is Joan-Pau Ardiaca i Cerva, Comte de Gandisa."

"Charmed. You in fighting shape if they come back, Iker?"

"Hell yea!"

Nod at the introductions. "Even if they don't come back, I might go look for them. Betrayed me and I think one of 'em took my sword. Unless there's something better to do."

"We're not starting fights, Iker. We're ending them."

Disappointing, but he can get another sword.

“Understood.”

If he’s not chasing them down, what to do. Well, he’s here with the Molthune nobles, outside the room where they write everything down. Might be his best chance.

”I’ve heard that a lot of guys defected to join your armies, the one that took Gandasa and the one that took Sirmium. Either of you still letting that happen?”

"I've got more guys than I can pay and more guys than I can settle, sorry." 

"Sirmium's always looking for more good men," Xavier says. "Unless you've taken oath to the queen?" The real queen.

Iker would much rather have pay than settling and if there's not even pay... As for Xavier, that should be easy.

"Only queen I've taken an oath to is... burning in hell? In a final blade? Teleported out and hiding out in Quadria? Whatever happened to Abby, I don't think she'll miss me."

"Welcome to the army, Iker. Report for gear and pay when the convention ends."

Yes! This guy saved his life, has a job and equipment, and either doesn't know about the looting or doesn't care. Everything's coming up Iker! –and coming up Xavier!

Have an actually sincere salute.

Doesn't know. Actually doesn't know.

Well, if the boss doesn’t know, he doesn’t need to.

“So, where’s the next fight?” Wait. “Next fight to put a stop to.”

Iker looks around to see if anyone in the mob dropped a weapon while fleeing, since someone took his. Best he can find is a mace, it’s not a sword but it’ll do.

"We'll find out."

And then they'll take off into the sky.

(Joan-Pau and Xavier do not have a Telepathic Bond spell, but they've known each other for long enough that they both know that the actual plan, if there's no urgent crisis where they want Iker's support, is to drop off him at some temple which already has a guard or two that can take him in a fight to go be an extra guard, so he can look threatening and scare off rioters but without being a sufficient majority of the military power there so he can loot the place.)