Likewise Kratos has been helping out with the clean-up crews since arriving in the city, providing passing services from evacuating houses too damaged to live in to removing debris to healing incautious labourers. He's bypassing the clean-up crew on this occasion when he spots the woman trying to slide a broken beam onto her shoulder, and can see even before she's fully got its weight that this is probably not going to go well.

In two strides he crosses the street and catches the end of the beam before she can over-balance or impale someone -- or herself -- by accident. "Careful."

For his part, Kratos looks like something out of a storybook -- tall and unconsciously graceful, with shaggy red hair, and an impassive expression which lends him a bearing of assurance that anything and everything is within his ability to handle. He's not wearing armour, but his clothes are boots and tunic and trousers like the Woodsmen wear; and then, of course, there's the sheathed longsword on his hip and the cloak around his shoulders.