"Because you need..." Jacques went quiet and his eyes flicked to the shopfront at the sound of the explosions.
"Damn it, too late! Just be careful out there!" He said quickly, then raised his fingers to his lips and gave a short, sharp whistle. Couleuvrine cantered over and he sprang into the saddle, drawing his sword as he did so.
"You wish to run, or ride?" He asked Scout, wheeling the horse around to face the door.