[ James really isn't sure whether Strange is joking or not, and he glances over his shoulder to take a quick look at him. Far be it from him to question much to do with magic, so it's a difficult line to determine, really. The other man's face doesn't give much of an answer. James turns back to his task—just in time to see an arrow flying straight at him. Only his exceptionally quick reflexes allow James enough time to dodge out of the way, though not without feeling it graze his arm and rip through the weave of his tunic. ]

About six or seven down below, watch out!

[ There's a loud bang as he crouches and aims at the street below. Two of the orcs begin to howl. ]

I'll cover you. Take us closer or higher, it's up to you. I think they're trying to keep the fires spreading, they can't do much else when they're low in number like this throughout the city now, it'll be the quickest way to destruction.