Sylvia kept her breaths silent as she watched the brigand reinforcements appear. The larger and breastplate wearing man...was that the leader of the Iron Hammers? Was he the one who put Dirk and a lot of other people through so much...? She watched carefully, noting that he looked pretty dang strong. She wasn't sure if she could take him on directly. Not to mention, he and the rest of the brigands are expecting someone to attack.

That's when a thought came to her. They may be expecting a person to appear, but they're probably not expecting pottery. The sound of it shattering would be the only warning sign and by the time they'd hear it, it'd be too late if she threw it right. 

Sylvia quietly took out the clay jar of Dragon Spit, and braced herself. As soon as the backs of the brigands were facing towards her, she threw the jar, hoping to land it so that the big guy and at least one other brigand will be engulfed in flames. She just hoped that this would work.