OOC: Hey there, train folks. Silvan wants me to introduce you guys to a little new guard friend. Well, not new, but you might remember him from things like a Mark Bearer attack on a wedding. IC: The carriage roof continued to clatter, shaking in tandem with the rapid motion of the train and the damage dealt to it by the fight below. It was an expected sound; after all, a vehicle like a train was a constant source of noise, and when you've got folks beating each other up, it would have been surprising if there was no noise whatsoever. The tracks continued to rattle, steel continued to clash against steel, and all made sense. This was the noise of things that were happening. That was why it was so strange there was no noise for the entrance of another being into the carriage. A transparent and indistinct figure, nearly invisible, silently dropped through the shattered window, landing on the glass-covered floor of the carriage with absolutely no sound. No evidence of its arrival except for the small shadow its form cast over the ground. It rapidly rose to its feet, turning its eyes upon the back of the conjoined Skakdi that it had made its way behind. And it decided immediately that it would take action and land a strike. Transparent and utterly silent was the swinging of the hard edge of a shield towards the Skakdi.