Tolten lurched to his feet, wobbling some but keeping his balance. His sword felt loose in his hand, but he supposed it didn't matter. He didn't intend to use it properly, only to help in herding Locke to the other hallway. The fact that this was Locke was truly the only thing keeping the young king on his feet at this point.

Hoping to catch the creature - oh gods, he hated to think that way! - by surprise, Tolten staggered up behind him while he was focused on Edgar and lashed out to catch him on the flank with the flat of his sword.