Locked in ineffectual struggle, the two clattered about the room--making noise and toppling notes and tomes.<br/><br/>"No!" screeched the Count.  Various stone plinths fell, one shattering in spite of the soft mossy floor.  A few metal discs and glass scattered, some shattered.  With all the noise, it was only natural that the doors were flung openly shortly thereafter by more cultists.<br/><br/>Delia now faced six cultists backing up Count Lactus.  There were wide windows beside her, a variety of strange devices and profane offerings around her, and foes between her and the only obvious door in or out of the room.  She was running out of options.