Lords of Combat/8

You charge the camp, brandishing your slick sword. Swiftly you destroy three tents, then run on to the circle of Wilderness Roamers around the fire. Four are down before they see you; the other three barely have time to register your presence before you kill them too. Several Wilderness Roamers run out of the largest tent waving bows and fire at you; you pick up a burning log and heave it at the tent. The canvas catches fire istantly, and shoots burning pieces of fabric everywhere. The archers are burnt like witches and the other tents are ablaze.

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