He shrugs, still pacing back and forth by the door. He holds the blade down at his waist with one hand, and his other hand is balled into a tight fist from utter frustration. "You won't have time to finish before they come in. I'll have to take the fight to them, fight them at the doorway where they can't swarm us, and Minerva will stay behind me so I can phase her away. But August... There's no contingency plan for you. Yours will be a necessary death, I'm afraid."