Hopping back up to the open door of the ship, Winter punched the buttons to activate both the internal and external P.A. systems, broadcasting his voice both inside and outside the ship. "Winter to the bridge, requesting ship's fire on multiple targets starboard. Big-ass golems, can't miss 'em," he noted dryly. "Everybody still outside, inside is a healthier place to be at the moment."
The muscular Elf ran back down the ramp just in time to catch the large stallion as it galloped up, its rider in tow. "Woah!" he called soothingly, raising both empty, open hands and halting the horse's progress even as it shifted its weight threateningly to its shining haunches. "Leveatha, Faust valtambathi. Etara si malnari coenya lasta felthalale,"* he soothed, at the same time shifting around, arms still held wide open, gently herding the horse up the ramp and out of the storm.
Not a moment later, four bright flashes of light were followed nearly instantly by four deafening blasts that shook the earth beneath their feet, as the ship's guns took out the remaining golems in the vicinity. "All aboard!" Winter called, as the ship's door slowly began to close.
The Elf ducked under the lowering door and knelt beside the blond newcomer. "Quite the loyal animal you have here," he remarked conversationally as he touched the man's hand, a quick burst of mana analysing his injuries, the signals a little muddled by the dose of pain-killer. "Well, you'll live." He glanced back outside, scanning for any further threats. None could be seen, but something told him this wasn't over. "The name's Winter. Thanks for the help out there, mate."
*In Veldalamba, Winter said: "Well met, Faust, my friend. You and your master can take shelter here."