Thomas squinted but he couldn't make out the charging figures. That didn't matter much because they were charging right at them. They weren't allies. Thomas's arm blurred and a javelin whistled into one of their chests with a crack. Frey charged at another, picked him up by the throat, and flung him up into the ceiling.
Cracks ran along the room's interior. Frey stepped to the side as his opponent, his victim, was buried under a rubble of dust and old ceiling. The third jumped at the now-weaponless Thomas, who rolled out of the way and left his leg outstretched, catching the last man by his ankle. The man tumbled to the ground, weapon flying into the wall just shy of Thomas's head.
The man's world darkened as a giant figure loomed over him. Frey put his full weight behind his elbow as he drove it into the man's stomach.