Surprise attack

A clashing din suddenly breaks the surreal atmosphere, drawing the attention of all that are present. Turning around, you see the door of your entrance torn asunder by heavy implements coming from the other side. In no time at all the feeble door is collapsed, and large men in dark green robes pour from its splintered opening. In mere seconds they circumscribe the dark room and hold the helpless women at bay with their war hammers, weapons taller than their wielders, with hammerheads as big as bowling balls. No wonder they made such quick work of the old door.

A young woman of the Sisterhood steps forward, apparently in charge and livid at the intrusion. "Who is responsible for this insult!?" she cries.

A man-- unarmed-- saunters up in kind and casts off his dark green hood and smiles tauntingly. "Who do you think?" he replies. He bears a robust brow and a powerful jaw, all displayed below a mess of dirty yellow hair.

"Jakob Schuler...Only you could be so audacious...and stupid," growls the young lady, bearing her teeth and clenching her fists like a boxer. "How did you break through our barrier?" she inquires of him.

Schuler laughs mockingly, but then decides to indulge his bullish adversary. "We've certain new -enchantments- upon our war hammers that render your barrier doors quite useless, as you can see," he explains, "And now that I've shared our secret with you, I think it only polite that you share your secret with us, Margaret."

"What are you talking about?" asks the woman-- Margaret.

"Don't play dumb with me, Sister," Schuler begins, "we know that you wenches have been up to something big lately. I merely ask what it might be."

"You're a fool, Schuler," Margaret fires back, "Do you think you can break in with your enchantments like you're finding the Holy Grail? This is but one home for our Sisters. I can assure you that the other cells will descend upon this place at any moment to slay or enslave you and your armed pigs, UNLESS you leave. NOW!"

But Schuler is unmoved by the threat. "Let them come," he says, "We will destroy their bodies, then we will destroy their minds, and then we will feast on their flesh. Am I right, Men?"

"Yes, Sir!" the small army bellows in unison.

"And you, my dear Margaret..." he says, eying his opponent lasciviously, "I'll take you personally..."