Alistair had been about to go help - a one-on-one confrontation didn't go well when the other person apparently was insane - but instead felt Fred's hand clench his sleeve and tug him hard toward the direction everyone was running.

"He-ey!" he exclaimed, though it was the only protest. Logic won out, and Alistair knew he would be able to do little against the kind of weapon the man had. He stumbled after her, Duncan at his heels. If he couldn't help with this new danger, he at least knew he could keep an eye out for any returning one.