"Eeush... ebla... Whafu?" For the first time as far as anyone can remember, Mustafah hasn't got anything witty to say. He just stands there, slackjawed, staring at whatever it is that comes flying towards the village, his sabre trembing slightly. The words of Hella seem to shake him out of his stupor.
"Fight it? Yeah sure. You just charge it, I'll be right behind you." He says, looking at the mad little halfling. "Have you been eating those funny mushrooms again?".
"Offcourse, not that I'm afraid or anything. No , really. We eeeuhm, we eeeeuhm. Yes, we're sworn to protect the scholar and his babe. Did I say babe? His pupil I mean. That's it. Sworn to protect them. So eeeuhm we should, eeeuhm, retreat somewhere safe. Obviously. To protect them. From that thing there. Hmm. Yes. Tactically retreat out of the way of that big flying thing to protect our guests. Damn. We must retreat. Yes. Honor compells me to retreat and protect my guests. Too bad really. Yeah, we could have taken it on, easily. Kill it and go for its treasures. But alas, we must protect our guests. I want to fight it, but I can't. Damn that old man. He's cramping my style. Sorry for the villagers, but we must go. We'll save'em another time really. Maybe that cute blonde would wanna join us."
Safe in the knowledge that his reputation as fearsome warrior is safe, Mustafah shouts defiance at the oncoming what he believes to be a dragon, but not too loudly lest it should take notice of him. He then prepares to make a run for it.
"Ha, you'll escape us this time, monster, but next time only one of us will live. Honour commands me to leave, but we'll meet again."
To the rest :
"Whattaya waiting for, let's get the hell outta here."