Ow, ow, ow. A number of people nearby do have some level of combat certifications, but when dath ilani drill those skills it's typically self-defense-only or group-safe-subdual courses and neither are predicated around fighting an organized group with weapons while unarmed; the usual advice there is "don't." There are more calls going through to emergency services now, because even without new pertinent details each reporter can still move their internal prediction market about whether this is actually happening, and more bystanders are going to join in on recording. That doesn't seem to be provoking a reaction from whatever this group is, at least, and if you predictably refrain from recording events because other people seem to have it covered then it'll turn out tomorrow that the only people with recording were working with whatever group pulled off the stunt and none of the footage shows anything they didn't want it to.

Elsewhere in Schelling Point:

In another circumstance, Mylonas would perhaps be willing to admit there was a certain humor in the situation. There were no shortage of ways a city's defenders could make the lives of cavalry hell, and some part of him had been dreading an encounter with foreign magics or battlements of archers or tight ranks of heavy infantry ever since he first learned of his role in the Legate's plan, but never had he expected that the largest roadblock in his efforts would be the vagaries of foreign architecture of all things. If you'd mentioned it to him yesterday, it would never have come to mind as an issue! After the third false start, however, he was forced to face facts - he had absolutely no idea where to even find the local administration. To his untrained eye every building in the city was practically the same, and his efforts to search those that stood out from the pack had thus far turned up a library, an indoor market, and what was presumably some sort of barbarian ritual space he didn't remotely have the context to recognize.

The locals weren't any help  - he and his men could scare them, no problem, but not one among them would admit to knowing a civilized language no matter the pressure. He'd have thought "take me to your leader" wouldn't be hard to grasp from a group of invading soldiers, but they weren't terribly smart either, and even killing a few of them didn't get the rest to wise up. Perhaps a scholar or soothsayer could get something out of the resulting babbling, particularly given the common threads therein, but 'see imbeye' was so much gobbledygook to his ears and the more comprehensible screaming didn't exactly give him new information. The only real positive of the affair was the lack of resistance - if the city did have a standing garrison, it was either well away from the downtown area or asleep at the reins, and both cases meant they could rest relatively easy when it came to retaliation. There would be time to join in on looting the place, at least once they'd done enough searching that they could defend their failure to capture the local magnates.