"Randal!" Kartuun cried out for his friend who had just been battered by the addict; he wasn't sure what to do, as the boy was now closer to the waitress, and the man, who was now acting very bizarre.
He heard Randal speak up, albeit weakly, to confess the way in which he had incapacitated the addict. Then the waitress spoke up, as well. Her sight was focused on Randal, the one who had 'assaulted' her boyfriend, and she appeared poised to put him down. Kartuun, in spite of wondering whether it would be enough, knew he had to do something.
He reached around to grab the corner of the blanket, yanking it from its position as his mantle, then balling it up and hurling it forward. "Finniss! Don't let her hurt Randal!"
The barmaid's attention shifted away from Randal as she saw a wadded-up blanket flying towards her, before it had even reached the height of its lengthy arc. "Wow, a baby toy?" She aimed at that, preparing to cast the rather basic offensive spell at the blanket. "Even if it is a magic blanket, I can vaporize it easily!"
Of course she didn't account for, in a matter of seconds, the shift of the object from an amorphous blanket, to an armored figure appearing to do a cannonball in the air, before arms and legs extended outward. The legs hit the ground with a metallic thud, charging forth, made easy by the tall figure's strides, and grabbing the woman, wrapping around her arms and bringing her onto the floor.
Kartuun got a rag from one of the nearby tables that the maid had been using and hurried to Randal with it, wiping some of the blood away, tearing up at the sight. "R-randal? Are you... Are you okay?" Of course the obvious answer was 'no', but for someone seriously injured like Randal, to ask a more serious question about his condition would be beyond someone inexperienced like Kartuun.