Nothing comes to mind. You just sit there, stunned, as your escort fights them off.
“Hey! Don’t just stand there, help out! Or if you can’t fight, at least alert someone who can!” one of them shouts.
Right. Alert someone. That would make sense. Got to run to someone nearby who can help, or ideally give orders.
But who would that be?
Ash. It has to be Ash.
I’ve written short updates before, but this one strikes me as particularly short and without a lot to it. Still, I didn’t have any suggestions to work with, and I didn’t want to unilaterally advance things too much, so about all I could do was show Tom’s shocked reaction and narrow the prompt.