"Naturally." There is a huge grin to that, even though Four remains curious and passive on the outside. A simple quirk of his lips as he watches the men.

Then, as the bard said, things began to get a bit crazy. He heard the warning in his head, covering his ears in time to block most of the sonic noise. He winced at what little of the sound did make it through. Eyeing his older self, he managed a small humph.

The bandits winced, dropping their swords to cover their own ears. A few arrows are sent out before their owners drop the bows. Four pushes his other self down, covering his own head as those arrows stick to the tree and grounds behind him.

Four grins and looks over at Ten, "That was a bit closer than intended."