(not with the full minute of setup time needed, they'd be out of view by time you finished)
The spear flies true, lancing the soldier through the chest and bearing him down to the ground. His final breath is a sickly, bloody wheeze before he stops moving for good, the silver revolver tumbling from his hand.
The other soldiers in your company make short work of the wounded spireguard, and wound one of his handlers.
With half the patrol killed immediately, and one of the two survivors wounded, the two survivors throw down their weapons, and hope you accept their surrender.
The corporal seems to look to you to make that decision