He charged the moment the man became visible enough to do so, but his attempt at a neat thrust was knocked away by an improvised shield. Omar brought up his buckler barely in time to block a retaliatory swing and nearly toppled over from the strength of it. He dodged out of range as the man made to swing again and considered new tactics now that he'd lost surprise and momentum.
Running was probably the wisest recourse, but the more dead men there were, the fewer there were to relay bad newsand their locationto other parties. Not to mention this man seemed an important link in the local smuggling chain, and any disruption Omar could cause to the smuggling of people, he was happy to do.
"You are the bodyguard."
Omar didn't bother to reply; the bastard would have to try harder than that to distract him.