Ianto really isn't a melee battle sort of fighter. Or a fighter at all, when it comes down to it. There's too much going on around him and he can't keep track of it all. A bit too reminiscent of the only other 'battle' he's ever been in, at least in the way it's making him feel, and his hands shake slightly as he watches John work through the fray almost effortlessly.

The sound of his name catches him off-guard and it startles him enough to look around, just in time to duck out of the way of -- a stick? a club? -- something heavy swinging in his direction. And by duck, it's really more of a trip, but it gets the job done because he's at least not where the man had been aiming for his head anymore, now that he's on the ground. It doesn't solve the problem that they're still upright and he's not though. "Shit, shit," Ianto murmurs to himself and does the only thing he can think of to protect himself from the log the other man has coming for him by rolling underneath the carriage.