Because this is out of the ordinary for their captain, Nikias's men shout in acknowledgement and press on, excited at the promise of what is to come. Clearly, it's important. Iantha and Chryseis are a formidable asset to the phalanx, picking off Trojans who would otherwise slip to the sides and try to attack from the back. They do notice civilians rushing about in a panic, but it seems the only gate out of the city that hasn't been fully barricaded is the one through which the horse entered, past more raging soldiers.
Kouru, Ajax, and a few others reach the temple first. Inside priests of various deities take various roles - some praying, some ushering civilians, some panicking themselves. One particularly frightened lady clings to the base of a statue of Athena. An older priest carrying only a ceremonial blade braces himself for the attack - a cleric of Ares, it seems, but far past the age of battle. Ajax raises an eyebrow at Kouru.
Rank gets first pick.
When Tiwaz arrives and bellows his challenge, the priest looks honor-bound to comply, but a younger man storms in with the markings of a modern soldier.
This isn't your fight, foreigner!
His cry is accompanied by a spear thrown at the Luwian.
OOC:
Somewhere in the Streets
Nikias runs through the crowd, soon matching stride with the king Agamemnon.
Good, he notes between heavy breaths.
I saw her go this way. Hang back in case she has loyalists from the city. I wouldn't want to play my whole hand.
