Spade
The first thing Elphaba noticed when she looked at the approaching mob was a garden spade. A man carried it, and the digging tool glinted in the torchlight.
She knew that it could kill her. It would bring pain—the dull, throbbing kind—as it was wrought into her head and upper back. It would cut her most viciously with its digging end—it was thinner and pointier than a shovel. The cuts would daze her, weaken her.
And then it would beat her into oblivion…
Elphaba knew that if she were to survive this night, she'd have to get rid of their weapons…