Derrick looked at the gargoyles and back at Kenza, before glancing back at the gargoyles, and then back to Kenza. He half-considered gesturing a question, but this probably wasn't the time for that. Her intentions were pretty clear; and more importantly, the gargoyle's target was pretty clear as well.

Derrick tightened his grip on his shortspear. This was something he'd done before, but he usually had some armour, a longer spear, and his older brother. Derrick had a spear, but it was rather short, and all he had for protection was the clothes on his back, with no brother to be found. Still, he couldn't exactly avoid this situation, and he did have something other than armour and a longer spear - one slightly dented lantern.

Derrick readjusted his grip on the lantern nervously. He only had the one lantern and considering how it was made out of stone, it probably wouldn't do awfully much. Derrick realised that he'd have to put his body on the line and felt a feeling of dread, followed by a sense of guilt as he berated himself for being selfish. He wanted to come out of this alive, but he wanted all of them to come out with him, so he steeled himself for the task ahead. He wound his arm back slowly and threw the lantern as hard as he could at the gargoyle's head.

Derrick broke out of the shadows and put himself between the rest of the group and the jailor. The lantern could take its attention, maybe stop it from whatever it was doing, or maybe it wouldn't. He couldn't be sure. Whatever the case, he would protect his friends. Derrick was sure they could all make it out alive.
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