So much for getting in and out clean. Not that there was gonna be any of that the second they'd committed to whatever this was. Well, whatever. Priam sure as fuck didn't plan to die here, and the way not to die here was to fight with every dirty trick and weapon you had.
Rather than killing every guard in he and Tangle's path, he focused entirely on using his lance to trip, shove, and otherwise throw the ones immediately in front of them off balance and preferably into each other. Many of them were half-asleep or half-drunk anyways, not exactly on their game. Once enough of the guards were in a heap behind them-
He reached into his cloak for a large ceramic bottle and threw it on the pile. It burst into pieces and sent viscous lamp oil all over the poor bastards.
"Any plan where shit blows up's aces in my book. Light 'em up."
Rather than killing every guard in he and Tangle's path, he focused entirely on using his lance to trip, shove, and otherwise throw the ones immediately in front of them off balance and preferably into each other. Many of them were half-asleep or half-drunk anyways, not exactly on their game. Once enough of the guards were in a heap behind them-
He reached into his cloak for a large ceramic bottle and threw it on the pile. It burst into pieces and sent viscous lamp oil all over the poor bastards.
"Any plan where shit blows up's aces in my book. Light 'em up."