In the Dungeons of the Tickle Queen

You creep up closer toward the two guards, trying to get as close as you can before charging. You get within striking range.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you luge upward in an attack position. Suddenly, your arm is jerked back and you are yanked to the ground. Your weapon has gotten tangled in some underbrush.

Unfortunately for you, the two guards, who were at first quite surprised, but now sport evil grins, begin walking towards you, weapons held ready.

What do you do?