The iron rings of the chainmail offered no resistance to Renato's Enchanted Longsword.
Driven by his immense strength, the stone threshold shattered, the mercenaries' armor rings snapped, and flesh and blood flew.
Two half-drow warriors crowded into the doorway were cut down at the waist on the spot. Their entrails spilled from the wounds, and blood sprayed.
One bold half-drow tried to close in and seize Renato's weapon as he drew his sword back.
It was a sound idea. A greatsword was difficult to swing in a cramped room, and the furniture restricted Renato's footwork. Once an enemy got too close, he would struggle to use his swordsmanship.
But the gap in their combat skills and physical abilities was far too great.
Before the mercenary could even reach out, the pommel of the Silent Lady smashed straight into her face.
The iron nose guard on her helmet immediately bent inward, driving into the half-drow's skull along with her nasal bone.
These mercenaries did not seem as fanatical as Renato had expected. Death and blood quickly brought them back to their senses. The remaining women screamed, turned, and fled, charging outside without looking back.
Seems their faith in Ghaunadaur isn't all that strong.
Watching the half-drow rout, Renato did not pursue.
During a brief opening in the fight, he had spotted several crossbow wielders waiting at the stairs leading aboveground, their weapons trained on the doorway.
The mercenaries Renato had routed squeezed past these crossbow wielders in their blind panic. Amid a flurry of bewildered questions, they fled to the tavern's ground floor.
Behind him, Tristana's prayers rang out.
Pale violet light appeared around Renato. The familiar sensation of swelling muscles flooded his limbs, his heartbeat quickened, and his blood boiled.
Lolth's blessing sent his bloodlust surging.
Feeling the change in