The cell you sit in is damp and dark. You've been there for three days, eating almost no food. The cell is only about six square feet, and the jail has been carved from stone tunnels. Around you are the other men and women on death row. You know you're next. You hear the approaching footsteps of the guards, and something inside of you tells you that it's the last time. The hanging was scheduled for today, and you realize that that means now.
The men approach you, and open the cell doors. In front of you stand six guards. They rush you, and before you have a chance to do anything, your hands and feet are chained, and you're blindfolded. Down the long tunnel, up multiple flights of stairs, and sunlight hits your face. You can see it through the thick cloth. They lead you up some stair, your feet ringing against the wooden platform, and tear off your blindfold. You stand in the middle of a courtyard, surrounded by the six men that took you there.
You size up the situation. To an outsider, it seems grim, you're weak, outnumbered, and surrounded, and moments away from hanging. To you, it seems quite fine. You see the sharp flashes of a mirror from the other side of the courtyard. "On your mark" the coded message read. The "mark" was a nod of the head.
There were four men, each old companions of yours. They watched you like a hawk, waiting for the signal.
Sizing up the situation: You are at half health, -4 strength and are standing on a platform. Two guards flank you, while the rest are surrounding twenty feet away. At any moment you can give the signal, and the trusty bows of your allies will unleash death upon your captors. They're about 70ft away, hiding.