With little thought or hesitation, Eacarus took the vial filled with the dark green gunk, carefully but quickly administering it to her blade. The bastard had dragged them all around the county, had made them wait out here for hours in the cold mud; not in a hundred years would she grace him with the dignity of an immediate and painless death.<br/><br/>Deckan lit the fuse and Eacarus caught a last glance of the scenery before her, counted four times, shielded her eyes, and then moved. She raced towards their target, eager to have him out of the way before any of the commotion within the Inn spilled outside thanks to the flash bomb. The man was an easy target; now, blind, deaf, disorientated, it was little effort to pierce his calf with her sword and kick the wound. He fell, screaming hoarsely, to the ground, and Eacarus knew he would not rise again, not if Deckan's poison was as vile as he had made out.<br/><br/>Now, if alarms had not been triggered by the flash, they had been by the screaming. The background ambience of laughter and singing had dropped suddenly flat, and for a moment, nothing could be heard but loud, ringing silence, as Eacarus retreated backwards, somewhat more towards her partner. The silence was pierced clumsily by the sounds of doors swinging open, weapons being drawn and, inevitably, men shouting at each other. "There better be no antidote to that poison of yours." she warned to Deckan grumpily, her voice no more than a soft whisper, "Want to run, or have you got something to thin out the crowd?"<br/><br/>From the off, Eacarus could count the three mercenaries they already knew about, plus two more men that had joined along the way. One man was most likely the Inn keeper, wearing no armour, and brandishing a woodcutter's axe, whilst the other was perhaps his son, stronger-looking, but not really any better armed, holding a cheaply-made iron sword in his hands. They had stopped, somewhat distracted, trying to decipher their target's screams, trying to get him to hear them, listen to them. Though Eacarus was not entirely sure she'd like to slaughter the Inn keep and his boy, she had no problems in disposing of the three mercenaries. Men who sold their sword hand for money ought to know there were dangers to the job, and Eacarus was itching for a real fight.