[b]Diplomacy: Failed.
Intimidation: Failed.[/b]

The first thug, self proclaimed leader of this particular floor and speaker, was no stranger to fighting. None on this floor would shirk from newfound freedom without fighting. Every last one had been sentenced to death and many had spent years without leaving their tiny warded cells as they had awaited the wardens justice, never knowing when it would occur. 
Some had simply been executed in their cell and left to rot for weeks as a brutal reminder of their 'caretaker' and his particular brand of cruelty.

Kris' blow was strong but the speaker kept his feet and willingly lunged forward as the madness took over. A closer look would see he had been pushed from behind. Impaled through the neck and spitting blood with a wordless gurgle, the dieing convict wrapped thick arms around Kris and pulled them in close, even as life faded from his eyes. 
The longsword of the shorter man to his left struck hard and cruel through the speakers back and out his stomach, digging into Kris' stomach. A large portion of the blade would not reach but if she failed to have protection it would be a painful gut wound indeed.

The other prisoners took their que as the pommel struck and rushed forward, eager for flesh and blood. Armed with pipes and sharp chair legs. Crude weapons but all of them held the makeshift items with a familiarity hinting at combat experience.
Two men in tattered brown prisoner clothes fell back as the others went forward and began to whisper while their fellow inmates charged. Nearly 20 armed men would swarm the group in mere moments.

[b]Scars[/b] bolt struck true, the surprise of his appearance was enough to render the one eyed brute with the shortsword out of commission as the projectile took him through his bad eye and lodged in brain matter before they could thrust the stolen longsword completely through their sacrificed speaker. A meek groan escaped his lips as they fell lifeless to the floor.

"GET EM, LADS. WE'RE LEAVIN' THIS PLACE THROUGH THEM." Shouted the last of the trio. Standing just under 6 feet, the convict had long shaggy brown hair and an unkempt beard. Unlike the other two, there was leather armor below his loose white shirt. No doubt stolen from the dead guardsmen.