[That sure is a thing. Sure, Boxer's pretty good at rolling with the punches. But the soul pokemon thing still earns a raised brow. Metaphorically, if nothing else. Which leaves the both of them momentarily dumbstruck—]

What is— [But he's seem Yusuke's ice magic at work. That's...new, but he can put two and two together, as the ground erupts in ice and the bandits scatter.] Oh. Oh. ...Think it's on our side.

[No kidding. Red jaunts them through into the fray, sends a solid handful of the combatants sprawling all at once. No problem.]

Sorry, fellas. [(He's not actually sorry.) Had it coming, unfortunately for them. As the smoke clears, he's already trying to nail down where they're standing, here.] Nice! Okay, now where'd the rest of 'em—

[Before he can finish that thought, he cuts it off. Found 'em. Loud enough to carry—]

Caravan! They're making a break for 'em.

[Most of them given up on arrows and drawn swords and daggers, now that they're in range. Maybe look alive, JJ. They'll be right there, hopefully.]