Toot and Lacuna vs redcap

Toot deftly avoided a clutch of darting pixie messengers and came streaking directly toward me—ignoring the circle completely and coming to a screeching halt in midair in front of the Redcap at eye level.
“Avaunt, scoundrel!” he piped at the Sidhe warrior. For a pixie, Toot had an absolutely roaring basso of a voice. For everyone else, he sounded like a cute cartoon character. “I saw you giving my lord dirty looks!”
The Redcap narrowed his eyes and showed his teeth in a lazy smile. “Care, little one. I’d prefer not to waste a bullet on you when there’s so much more interesting game in the offing.”
“I’d like to see you try it!” huffed Toot, buzzing in a little circle that sent motes of light exploding out from him like a cartoon figure’s cloud of dust.
Even as I watched, there was a flitting shadow, and by the time the sound of a second set of buzzing wings was audible, a slender figure in black fae armor, almost Toot’s size, was hovering just behind the Redcap, the tip of her little black lance touching the skin of the back of the Redcap’s neck with delicate precision. The pixie holding the lance was female, pale of skin and dark of hair, and she had way too much makeup around her eyes.
“Think carefully, biggun,” the pixie piped. “For though one day I will end his miserable life, while my durance continues I will lend my arm to the major general.”
The Redcap’s eyes shifted behind him. By the time they moved back to Toot, the pixie’s distraction was over, and his lance was resting a hairsbreadth from the Redcap’s eye.
“Lacuna adores me!” Toot shrilled.
“We are comrades in arms,” Lacuna said. “Then I will kill you.”
“It is love!” Toot insisted.
“When you’re dead,” Lacuna said, “I get your teeth.”
Toot beamed broadly. “See? She loves me for me!”
The Redcap took a deep breath and said, “Boo!”
Both pixies fluttered back a dozen feet before the sound was done leaving his mouth.
“Dresden,” the Redcap said, a touch plaintively.
“Major General,” I said, “Lacuna, stand down. Tonight, he is the enemy of my enemy.”
Toot gasped and gripped his spear more tightly. “A double enemy!”
Lacuna buzzed over to hover near Toot. “No, idiot. It means he is an ally right now.”
Toot gripped his lance in both hands, his arms extended to full length, and buzzed in a happy circle. “My girlfriend is so smart!”
“I am not your girlfriend,” Lacuna said sullenly. “I am a prisoner of war.”

Battle Ground Chapter 7, Page 64-65