The fight continued for a while, but it soon became apparent that, out of the thirty left, there were sixteen close to the middle, and the edges of the platform were closing in, faster. In desperation, three of them threw themselves at Caiaphas; one, a scrawny, wiry man who looked like he had more ancestry shared with a rat than a human, another was almost a spitting image of Errol Flynn, complete with rapier and cocky attitude, and the last was a brute of a man in heavy armor, with a sword and shield.