[Well. Now Kratos knows what the commander looks like. That's all he gets a chance for before he finds himself engaged in combat once more, and this time it's not just two startled guards. No, this time it's the commander, the injured guard, and three of the prisoners. And, behind them, Yuan also lunging.

[Kratos's gut shrivels with something close to disbelieving hurt at the sight of Yuan lunging, but it's a distant feeling, like the regret; set aside by the needs of the moment.]

Stand down!

[Kratos roars it, just in case the other prisoners get ideas, and the last word is clipped by lack of breath as he blocks and parries. One of the prisoners is run through within moments; but the commander and the guard keep enough of his attention that their being unarmed save their manacles is not such a disadvantage.]