This... Isn't good. Not that Ianto hadn't anticipated there might be trouble, but there are a lot of hooded figures here, and he knows for a fact that not everyone in this party is trained for combat. Himself included.

Reaching into his cloak, he pulls his stun gun out of his pocket and reassures himself that the device is set to the proper setting before doing his best to try and assess the situation. Right, he should probably. Protect the carriage, yes, thank you John.

He's pretty sure the best way for him to do that is to stay by it, really. A stun gun isn't a ranged weapon, he's going to need for them to get close to him. He doesn't really want that, though. Do they have weapons? He can't see, everything is happening too fast. John slams himself into a bandit beside him and the contact of it shocks Ianto out of his stupor. Focus, he needs to focus, or he's going to get himself killed like this.

"We're surrounded!" he calls out, though he realizes in retrospect that was probably a given.