For the most part, Chad's tactic was simply a lot like what he had used in his bar fight; just clear shit out of the way. While he was doing so, though, he kept an eye out for anyone who might need something specifically cleared out of the way.

In the corner of his eye, he caught a certain skinny skateboy fly past and hit the ground. Quickly tossing away a troll in much the manner Jude had been tossed, Chad turned to get a better look. Oh, man. That looked bad. Real bad. He hurried over to help.

"Jude, man, you okay?" he asked, kneeling beside him, armoured arm flexed and ready to deflect any troll that might try to interupt the quick exchange.