[i][color=0072bc]"The pig pen eh? Well, I suppose I could pay them a visit. Why not?"[/color][/i] Luckily the pen wasn't to far of a walk. A large muddy fenced off area filled with squealing pink pigs. Lance noticed a few of the males butting heads, looking [i]very[/i] angry at each other. This would do nicely. A few turned their heads towards Lance, a look of malice in their eyes. Oh yes. About this time the assassin began to wriggle around on Lance's shoulders.[i][color=0072bc]"Rise and shine big guy. I've got a surprise for you."[/color][/i] Before the man could utter a word, Lance grabbed him by the neck and threw him into the pen. Not a second passed before the pigs began charging him.

The next 30 minutes were a sight to behold. Between falling over constantly from the muddied ground, to getting knocked off his feet by rampaging pigs, Lance couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly the man had somehow gotten his footing and made a beeline straight for the fence. Unfortunately for this man, his face was covered in mud, and he had no clue where he was going. Unknowingly, he ran straight towards Lance and he attempted to jump the fence. [i][b]WHAM![/b][/i] Lance brought up his shield and bashed it into the man's face. Now unconscious once more, Lance grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him over to a pair of guards who were also watching the spectacle. [i][color=0072bc]"Throw him in the brigs or something. Lock him up and we'll do something with him later. And if he wakes up, knock his ass out again."[/color][/i] And with that, Lance rejoined the rest of the party.