Quim looked down at the what remained of his weapon. It wasn't much more than wooden handle with some shards sticking out the other end and was more likely to get him cut than an enemy now. In a mix of disgust and panic Quim threw the thing away and scrambled to find something suitable to keep the approaching enemies at bay. He hadn't the time now to ponder his hurried decision nor that better scouting would have told him there was more to this lakeside cavern than just the cage and firepit.
He grunted and growled in frustration, dropping to his knee and grabbing the first thing he could find. The skum's pronged spear looked more like a farming tool than a weapon, but he'd seen how the one up top had wielded it. He could pin and poke, he assumed.
"Here they come!" He spewed as he spun the trident in anticipation, trying to understand the weight in it.
Rolls and Such
Picking up the skum's weapon.