Silk smashed a chair over the back of a man’s shoulders, causing him to reel away from her in a defensive manner. [colour=gold]“No, this is a slow day, there hasn’t been a murder yet or anything!”[/colour] she called back to Matthew while parrying a clumsy axe blow, directing the blade into the table beside her. The loss of momentum left her assailant open to a thrust from her sword, however instead of the tip she head-butted him instead, his broken nose denoted by a sickening crunch of cartilage. He fell away, clutching his nose in a protective manner as blood gushed between his fingers.

The blow left Silk dazed for a brief moment, recovering just in time to avoid being grasped by a man who had thrown himself through the air toward her. Had he connected no doubt she would have been out for the count. As it was he went crashing into the table behind her with a loud thud, followed by the sound of breaking glass. More still followed in his wake however, forcing her to retreat in Matthew’s direction, where they ended up back to back. The Raiders, bloody and bruised encroached on them, grouped together in a defensive manner. Some of them had even had the foresight to deploy shields. Surrounded like this it would only be a matter of time before they were beaten by numbers alone.

[colour=gold]“This tavern is starting to feel a little crowded, feel taking this outside boys?”[/colour] Silk said aloud, her smile suddenly bright and cheerful. [Colour=gold]“Ta-Da!”[/colour] she announced happily as she lifted an oil lantern that she had just ‘acquired’ in front of herself. She let in hang in the air for a moment. Most of the Raiders simply glared or leered incredulously at the gesture. One or two were a little quicker on the uptake, making the connection between ‘oil’, ‘fire’ and ‘wizard’. Silk lobed the lantern into the air above them.

Matthew would do the rest. In the ensuing explosion they would be able to make a break for the street.