William swung by Shane, still scanning for empty rooms. "Six," he panted, putting a hand out to catch himself on the wall and drawing his wand. "Six that I saw. The stairwell to the kitchens is that way and not far, there could be more."
Stunning was all well and good, and the odds were better now, but William still wasn't feeling fantastic about this whole stand-and-deliver thing. Direct combat was not, to put it mildly, his area of expertise. "Do you have a plan?" he asked, wand raised but shaky. "Tell me you have a plan."