The shouted warning was appreciated, Trunks' head turning from where he had managed to knock out one of the laborers. Then his attention was taken catching the punch of another, and a quick shift of his posture and body, throwing his opponent over his shoulder. The impact knocked out the laborer--and hopefully he didn't suffer worse than a broken bone or two.

"Nita, can you shield this area?" Because the last thing they needed was one of them getting hit. A pivot and dodge-back, and then another laborer in the group down--the mother-and-child rushing over to check her husband.

The arrow hadn't been aimed at either of them however. It wasn't even clear if it had been aimed at all, or simply thrown-away. However there was one other-farm hand who'd started to move in to help stop fights. Tall and broad, with a strong jaw and skin that clearly showed he worked in harsh weather. He'd been fending off a friend of his, when an arrow hit him in the shoulder. Right as Nita scrambled by, as the farm-hand reached up to rub at his eye.