There's another fighter here; well, more of a survivor who's now a professional fighter in his own right. It isn't like fighting was a Grimes birthright or anything so epic as that. Rick's had the talent thrust upon him out of a necessity for survival. Such a human thing, isn't it? Not that Rick has ever been one to lay down and take it, whatever it is, but actual fighting? He'd never call himself, not before, not until the last handful of years where he's refined it into an art form.

So of course he's here at the front lines as well. He's here to fight to keep this place as safe as it can be. He's here because fighting is what he knows now - and without it, he feels just a little bit lost. He's almost thankful for something to attack, sad to say.

He sees the woman fighting as well and they seem to be close enough that they keep tackling the same groups when there are clumps of the creatures attempting to break through the fences. They fight within sight of one another long enough for Rick to know that the woman is friend, not foe, even if just in this. That's why when they get surrounded, Rick is sure to get close to her, put his back to hers as they circle around. Rick counts eight.

"Eight against two. Still doable." He says, head turned back so that she can hear him.