Geddoe's head came up fast, and saw the oncoming van just in time. There wasn't much he could do except leap out of the way, throwing himself into a shoulder-roll and coming up in a crouch a few feet away. Thugs piled on him while he was down, but he was no longer under any sense of self-restraint. They wanted to run him over? Deadly threats would be met with death. He elbowed a few, hard, and then swung Wild Geese hard in a short, fast strike. Anyone in the way would be sliced through. Geddoe was a big man, as mercenaries go, and even with big men trying to wrestle him to the ground, he was more than a match for them.

He heard the shriek of someone who had taken the cut straight-on, but ignored it. It would take longer to beat them off one by one, but he needed to conserve what remaining spells he had. Someone had his left arm, trying to keep him from using his sword, but the joke was on them - he was right-handed. He quickly shifted his grip to let the guy pull his arm straight back into his own gut, and then passed the sword into his dominant hand to fight.