D'ren let Vomit-Man tussle with Glasses-Guy as he gazed down at the broken spectacles in his hand for a moment. If only he could get these things in a couple shades darker. Two more guards rushed up the back of the gallows, much to D'ren's totally irrational glee. He slowly removed the noose from his neck, pretending like he hadn't forgotten about it.

However, these guards knew of D'ren's exploits as a boxer. They weren't about to charge in there so he could disarm them and disembowel or decapitate them with their own broad swords. Instead, they tiptoed around a bit until the Irishman got bored of waiting, tossed the glasses at them, and then charged [i]them[/i], disarmed them, and disemboweled one before turning to decapitate the other.

"Yeah!" D'ren exclaimed jubilantly, swinging both broad swords over his head. "Who wants some good ol' deathsauce???"

By now, most of the area had cleared out. There were but a handful of guards, and most of them were smart enough to keep their distance, and also be prepared to scamper if D'ren got bored of waiting again.