It seemed everyone had the same idea. The two men moved in to guard their mage, and Ithacles and Vedette both moved in to kill the man. He must have felt important. Of course he was dead six seconds later, with a spear of conjured ice through his lung.
Ithacles arrived only a moment after Vedette. He had no idea she'd be charging in like a berserker, but she vaulted right over one man and through the mage. They both fell in the fire.
The prince put his saber out, covered himself with his shield, and plowed directly into someone's back. The bandit had turned to meet Vedette, to drag her off the mage. He got run through for his trouble. Ithacles kept going, slipped on the frosty floor, and found himself on his back. Thud.
At least Vedette was up.
Ithacles thought the one remaining man would do something savage, like bring his club straight down. He raised his shield and got ready.