He agrees

"OK." He grunts in your ear as he pauses his skillful fucking, "I never did like that piece of shit. Just how do you want to do this?"

"Push me away towards my knife," you gasp into Lykaios' ear. "Tell them I'm no good and then go pick a fight with Quintus." With a slight groan you lift yourself off his organ, he really was a pretty good cocksman but you have to act now; glancing quickly over his shoulder you see you don't have much time if you want to stop Quintus from taking Iola's cherry. "You take care of that sewer slime, I'll keep your back clear if any of his mates decide to jump in." To your surprise the grizzly veteran nods, agreeing to follow your plan without hesitation. You wonder about his motivation; is he that eager to pop open Iola's tight pussy, does he still feel a sense of duty to protect the girl, or does he just despise Quintus as much as you do in the single hour that you've known him? Before you have time to reach any conclusions he pushes you roughly to the floor not far from your blade.

"Damn bitch, you're as loose as a bag of grease!" He spits as he moves past you, "do you fuck bullocks every night?" Lykaios' long strides take him swiftly back to the pile of bedding where Quintus is once again trying to line up his cock with its target. "Get off that girl, Quintus. I want to feel her tight pussy squirming on this meat before she gets all sloppy." With all eyes on the experienced guardsman as he grabs his throbbing erection crudely you have no problem retrieving your knife and concealing it along your forearm, and then you too make your way towards where the action was growing tense.

"What the fuck Lykaios?" Demands Quintus with unmasked anger and frustration. "Wait your damn turn, or take the other whore if your first choice didn't suit you."

"Naw, I don't think so young pup." Laughs Lykaios as he gives the long-limbed young man between Iola's spread thighs a kick on his smooth buttocks. "We've put up with your bullshit long enough. You're the rookie here - you should be the one that gets the leftovers." Expecting his taunt to sting he steps back, smoothly avoiding the gleaming knife in Quintus' hand that slashes past his groin when Quintus climbs nimbly to his feet.

Everyone is silent as the two warriors face off, even Iola's sobs diminish to the point they can barely be heard. Lykaios now has his belt-knife in his hand too and with a mocking grin motions Quintus to try again. Taking advantage of the moment of calm before the storm you slip to Iola's side behind Quintus and between the other two guardsmen and the pair who where vying for control of this tiny enclave of refugees from the war-torn city above. From this strategic location you look weak and inconsequential but as long as Lykaios keeps his back clear you'll be in position to intercede if either of the other two decide to jump in to aid Quintus.

At the moment the two are waiting to see what happens but Scar-face, Cyrus you remind yourself, is already slipping to your right perhaps in an attempt to flank your new-found ally. A grunt and flurry of motion brings your attention back to the main event. For an instant the pair had closed and locked arms but before Lykaios could use his heavier build to overpower the nimble opponent Quintus twists away leaving a thin line of blood on the older man's shoulder and bicep. You had felt confident that the experience and toughness of the veteran would be more than enough to handle the brash pretty-boy but it is now clear that Quintus is no stranger to the knife. You rest your hand gently on Iola's trembling hip in an attempt to reassure her but you had better start thinking of a plan Beta if Quintus does indeed take care of his business.

You really need Lykaios to finish off Quintus without taking much more damage, if the gruff veteran is disabled - even if he wins - that leaves you to face both Cyrus and Damian on your own, if he starts losing you'll have to help deal with Quintus yourself and then face the other two without even the element of surprise.