"Without going very much into it," Alistair says, still racing forward, not quite looking at the newcomer next to him. "You hit them with a sword until they're dead. Unfortunately for us, save for those practice swords in the training rooms, we don't have any real steel aboard the station. At least that I know about, anyway."

He glances back over his shoulder; the orc gives out a mighty roar -- one that shakes the walls of the space station slightly. Alistair glances up at the man beside him. Whoever the man, he's monstrous, both in size in appearance. But if he's willing to help with the Darkspawn, Alistair's willing to withhold judgment for the time being.

"You don't happen to know where we can find arms, do you?" he asks, still running as he turns down a corridor. He can hear the footsteps of the other darkspawn moving still close behind them.