Gore!
There was still a skirmish going on inside the PECZ council house; Janet was somewhat relieved to see that her side was winning, but it had gotten bloody before the Big Bells had started tipping the balance against the cultists. And they definitely were cultists; the ones who weren’t dead were coughing up bloody splinters, which probably hurt just as badly as it looked.
Janet didn’t give a damn, except the usual mental reminder to get some bonfires going afterward. Better safe than sorry. And then she saw Elizabeth’s boyfriend Lee was of the same opinion, because he was using a ghoulsticker to make sure of the bloody-mouthed cultists. Janet stopped, reasonably out of range, and said, “How bad, Guardian Lee?”
One of the cultists seemed to treat that question like it was a signal to stop faking death and attack. Lee’s spear snaked out, punching a hole through the cultist’s guts; even then, the cultist kept trying to move up the shaft until the crosspiece stop her. Lee leaned the cultist back down to the ground, to the accompaniment of wet pops and cracks.
“Including this bunch, we’ve counted fifteen so far,” he said.