In the finale of our Victorian monster hunter game we'd fought our way to Dracula's Castle, basically foiled his plan, and killed his brides. He was waiting outside for us with a small army - the GM was looking for a climatic final fight, most likely with some poignant bittersweet deaths.

Our plan was to start throwing Dracula's stuff out the window, and mocking him about how much free space there was now his wives were dead. He endured stoically at first, but after we ran out of irreplaceable paintings and art objects and the group's circus strongman threw his antique bed out the window, he snapped and flew in to attack us. Without his army.

We beat him up handily with no casualties except the DM's pride.