"Now," said one of the two men, who had both stayed well back until that point, obviously anticipating the magical attack.
Vambran struggled to open his eyes and catch a glimpse of the pair's intentions. It was difficult through the burning pain all over his skin. He could tell, though, that the thugs were separating and closing the distance between themselves and him. The one to the lieutenant's right, wielding the cudgel, began to trot toward Vambran, angling his body sideways and winding up to swing his weapon as he closed in, intent on putting a powerful hit on the mercenary. The other one, with the daggers, was circling around to come at Vambran's flank, still rapidly twirling both blades. He cocked his hand back as if to throw one.
Through clenched teeth, Vambran fought through the distraction of the acid burns and straightened slightly.
He stared at the man with the daggers directly in the eyes and said in his most commanding voice, "Flee!"
The word was a magical trigger, and Vambran felt the surge of energy leave his mouth and radiate straight toward the thug with the slender blades. The man took one last step and flung his weapon even as the cunning smile left his face and was replaced with a look of profound terror. The lieutenant's magic had disrupted his throw, and the dagger sailed harmlessly over Vambran's head, clattering against the wall behind him. Spinning, the thug ran toward the doorway back into the establishment, looking back once in abject horror.
At the same time, the mercenary tried to duck low to avoid the swing of the cudgel, but the combination of his pain-induced disorientation and the effort of casting the commanding spell made him a fraction of a second too slow. The swipe missed Vambran's head, but it caught him hard against his shoulder. The mercenary heard bone crunch and felt his shoulder pop in blazing pain. His arm went numb as he was knocked backward from the impact, sent sprawling several feet and landing with a thud, the wind knocked out of him.
Groaning, Vambran squinted up into the sun overhead and saw it suddenly blotted out by the silhouette of the thug. The man had his cudgel raised high, ready for another crushing blow. Desperately, Vambran tried to roll out of the way, kicking out at his foe's knee, hoping to delay the strike long enough to get out of range. The heel of his boot snapped into the man's leg, twisting both it and the thug around, causing the cudgel to slam into the hard-packed ground next to Vambran's head. The blow was so solid, the thump made the mercenary's head bounce. He struggled to his knees and crawled as quickly as he could to the side while the thug clutched at his knee and snarled curses at the lieutenant.
Suddenly, Vambran felt the tingle of magic swarming over him. There was a hint of pain, a suggestion of agonizing ache, licking at the corners of his mind. The magic seemed to be trying to convince him he was feeling the effects of the acid spray all over again, but he steadfastly refused to give in to it, forcing the idea out of his thoughts.
From overhead he heard a feminine snarl of exasperation and looked up enough to see the short-haired mage scowling as she pointed a sharpened stick in his direction. The lieutenant managed to give her a smile as he rose unsteadily to his feet, his right arm hanging limp at his side, his sword lying on the ground.
Vambran staggered a few more steps to stay clear of the enraged, cudgel-wielding thug, frantically looking for a way out of the engagement. With his sword arm useless and his magic limited, he would be a fool to continue to stand toe to toe against the pair attacking him, and it would only get worse when the other one he'd sent running came back after the magic wore off. He was in trouble.
The thug Vambran had kicked struggled to stand, favoring his leg, and limped toward the mercenary, his jaw jutting out in fury. Overhead, the mage was digging into another pocket. Vambran frantically retreated, maneuvering so that he put a parked wagon between himself and the cudgel-wielder. Then he gave a measured look up at the mage and began another prayer to the Merchant's Friend. At the conclusion of the prayer, he opened his mouth wide and made as if to scream, but instead of his own voice issuing forth, a shrill and unnatural shrieking and whistling blasted out.
The clamorous noise was aimed at and focused on the mage, whose eyes flared wide. She dropped whatever she had been pulling from her pocket and clapped her hands over her ears, falling to her knees as she did so. Vambran watched for only a moment as the woman writhed in pain, trying in vain to escape the horrific cacophony of noise. Already, he could see trickles of blood running out from beneath her hands where they covered her ears, and he knew that she'd been deafened for the next few moments.
Maybe that'll stop all of her damned spell slinging, he thought, turning once more to the cudgel-swinging thug.
The large, hairy man was limping toward him around the back end of the wagon, and the lieutenant caught a glimpse of the third of the trio step back into the yard, his remaining dagger clutched tightly in his fist. The moment the short, wiry fellow spotted Vambran, his grimace deepened into determination and he stalked closer.
Vambran backed himself into a corner and fumbled the pendant dedicated to Waukeen out of his shirt with his good hand. He clenched it tightly as he offered up a plea to his deity to protect and defend him, then kissed the medallion once as he concentrated on manifesting holy energy into a form in front of him. Where the lieutenant envisioned, a glowing, pulsing image of a cloud of coins filled the air, swarming like a hive of angry bees. While Vambran continued to clutch at the medallion, he could feel the mental connection with the cloud of coins.
The larger of Vambran's two foes was closer, and the mercenary quickly directed the spiritual weapon in that one's direction. The bear of a man brought his cudgel up defensively and backed off a step, but his retreat was ineffectual, and the coins teemed around him, causing him to cry out and flinch from the dozens of painful strikes inflicted. He stumbled away, swatting with his free hand all around his own head, trying get free of the zipping, stinging coins.
Vambran turned his attention to the shorter thug, who had cleared the front end of the wagon and was closing fast, long-bladed dagger thrust out for striking. The mercenary mentally whipped the cloud of coins in that direction, directing them to swarm over his wiry opponent before that dagger got too close. The attack had a similar effect, causing the diminutive thug to cry out and duck away, twisting around and covering his head to protect himself from the slapping, buzzing cloud.
Already, though, the bigger man had recovered and was running toward Vambran with hatred in his eyes. The lieutenant couldn't hope to keep both of his attackers back on their heels with his one magical weapon. The best he could hope for was to slow them down, but the magic would dissipate in only a couple more moments, regardless. He was running out of options.
Just as Vambran began to mentally direct the swarming coins back toward the larger foe, a flash of red caught the corner of his eye. He glanced over to see a figure swathed in crimson on the roof next to the mage, who had recovered somewhat from the lieutenant's sonic attack and was preparing for another bit of spellcasting. She never got the chance, though, for the figure in red began to pummel her with several well placed kicks and punches. The flurry of attacks drove the mage back and off the back side of the roof, out of sight.
Vambran gawked at the new arrival, wondering who he was and why he was lending a hand. At that moment, though, the mercenary heard a shout from the doorway leading back into the aszraun, and when Vambran glanced back over that way, Kovrim was standing there looking bewildered. At the sight of all the different reinforcements showing up, the two thugs lost their desire to fight and scrambled toward the large wooden gate. The big man was the first to reach it, and he shoved against it forcefully with his shoulder. As the gap of the portal widened, both men slipped through and disappeared from sight.