Well, now that they were starting to even the odds a little more - James could not help to notice that he was outnumbered. On any other day, he might have just burrowed on through, wound for wound, until he put both men into the ground. But by the rumbling off to the side of him, and the still vulnerable positions of Ciri and Bruce?

He had no time for such heroic brutality.

So best to call in someone to help him finish off these two, so they could all get to the matter at hand.

Or rather, man.

"The Iron Bull!" He called out, as loudly as he could, "Would you perhaps give me a moment of your time? I am trying to clear the field of refuse!"