Kirsten raised her crossbow and fired, a snap shot into a crowded room but hit where she had aimed, the apparent leader gripped his arm and dove for cover under the table. The shot was like the release of a trigger on a coiled spring. Hours of pent up anxiety and anticipation were quickly given vent. Before the other two rouges could react an arrow came shooting from the dark. Missing its intended mark the arrow still struck home winging one of the other standing men. A victim of the confined situation of the room.
Before the thugs could react further large men charged into the room intent on doing violence. Werner drove his torch at one miscreant before the swing of his hatchet whistled over the head of his ducking victim. Having more luck Johann’s thrust connected with the belly of the man already wounded by Malmirs arrow.