These days Septimus has been practicing more than usual, finding places outside to do it, and of course while some he might do without armor, that is mostly relaxed, somewhat fake sparring. Mostly, though, he does practice in full Legion armor; eighty to one hundred pounds of metal changes things, and he'd best be ready for full-scale trouble, after all. He will never sit back behind the front lines--where he can he will lead from the front in battle, though in camp he is often needed at high command instead. But if experience has taught him anything, it is that even he needs practice.

('Sep, we should get in some more serious sparring.'
An exasperated roll of his eyes, and an impatient sigh. 'Do you really think that's necessary.'
A tolerant sigh in response. 'As you wish, milord.'
How many times did we have that conversation? I should have listened, Rari. I'm sorry. I should have listened.)

As a result, he's fully armed when he happens to notice Eva and Celaunn when heading out from his new location in Fire Sector for a practice bout. And seeing one of those attacks... well. He is hardly about to let that lie.

So the two will have a pseudo-Roman landing with some force nearby, white-hot flame already licking his blade. With it he immediate shatters one of the weapons, his own throwing red and blue sparks. He takes the arm in a follow-up stroke. "Ladies," he says politely. "May I offer additional escort?"

(If they object to killing these attackers, better say it soon...)