[ Archers really aren't meant to be in the thick of it--that's kind of the point of a ranged weapon, after all: range. But the lines shifted suddenly, a charge breaking through, a flank sweeping around to meet them, and suddenly Kate went from a nice safe-ish distance with some time to choose her targets to right in the screaming, stinking, bloody center of things. She's picked up a sword off the ground, the long straight blade of a fallen Crusader, and is doing a pretty okay job fending off her immediate attackers, at least in the sense that she is still alive.

When she's suddenly swept up off the ground her first reaction is to lash out, and Midnighter will get a knee jammed into his ribs before she realizes he's very clearly not attacking her. And then even more surprising, that he must be out of place here, too. ]

Man, that surge pricing is a bitch. The high ground over there [ she points over his shoulder ] and step on it. I'll tip you twenty if you can get me there without dying.