The person he runs into has long ears and also a Nordic accent - Icelandic specifically, even if he has no idea what an Iceland is. "Ah, hey, calm down -"

He looks behind Lalli and - oh. Creatures. He grins - good thing he's dressed in his armor with his sword and shield. The gun makes him think this guy is a machinist, but there's no time for questions. He unsheathes his weapons and charges at the nearest creature, boosting fast enough that he's a blur. His sword comes down hard on one of the 'dogs', slicing at its back - and it goes straight through, collapsing into a pile of plant matter. He's momentarily confused, which gives another a chance to jump at him - and he holds up his shield, doing his best to keep the creature at bay.

"If you're going to take a shot now would be a good time!"