~{| Brave New World |}

[VectorxMan]

"LOOSE!" the militia leader cried out. Eight more quarrels launched at the enemy. This time the firing was separated as ordered. Half of the shots went to each of the enemies on the ends. Some of the projectiles struck home but neither target went down. "Reload!"

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Guillaume's blade struck true. The greatsword cleaved halfway into the creature's torso with a loud thwack! It leveled out with the Earth and crashed onto its back with the sword partly eviscerating it. Whether the mighty paladin still had a hold of the hilt would be a test of his strength and coordination. The creature was entirely not expecting this form of attack and has been caught off guard. Nothing vocal was emitted from the being, and a perceptive eye will notice no blood.

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Ssarak's target wavered as the two closed in on one another. The Yuan-Ti's height is what put the enemy out of ease, not the scare tactic. However, the apparently unarmed green being dove straight at Ssarak. If contact is made then Ssarak will feel the bite of numerous superficial cuts from the bark-like skin of his opponent. Should the serpent evade this action then the enemy winds up face down in the dirt between the wagons and Ssarak.

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The rest of the marauders advance. The dark circle with the red X over it is the target of the first crossbow volley. The two dark circles with a single red slash through them indicate the ones shot during the second volley. The gray and purple dots are Guillaume and Ssarak. Anything green is jungle.

[Shin Majin]

Nera couldn't help but be fascinated at the gnome's work, disguising the wagons as what may as well've been a mobile brothel. It was enough to make her sort of jealous. Perhaps after all of this, she would ask the little man how he did it.

Eventually, one of the wagon's archers cried something out. Intrigued, she poked her head out of the wagon. There were several strange, green, man-shaped creatures moving towards them in a fairly hostile manner. The foes seemed to outnumber them, but more importantly, they didn't appear to be as fast as she was, so if things went sour, running away would be easy. Without hesitation, the armored man and the snake man advanced, and the crossbowmen fired. It was time for her to earn her keep.

Leaping from the wagon, she landed in a run, drawing her knife and catching up with the armored man as he reached his target. Unarmed as they were, she wouldn't fight any of these weird things alone if she had a choice. She ran behind the creature, forcing it to divide its attention between her and the knight-like person. The distraction proved successful as the man embedded his rather large sword into its torso, sending it to the ground. With a closer look, the creature's skin looked much like the bark of a tree. A tree! What was her knife going to do to a wooden foe!? She looked to another one, which had fallen with several crossbow bolts in it. Apparently, if you put holes in them, the died like anything else. She watched the advancing remnants. When they got closer and less dispersed, she would circle around behind the enemy formation.

[EliteCommander]

The bandit, if the strange creature could even be called that, paused for a moment when Ssarak brought himself to a more intimidating height, but it charged immediately afterwards. Fortunately, the creature's attack was about as subtle as a ball of fire, so he was easily able to predict exactly what it was going to do. Ssarak quickly moved his upper body to the side, then wrapped his tail around the creature's legs as it ran past, which caused it to trip to the ground. He followed through immediately by quickly stabbing it in the back three times in rapid succession, then once in the back of the head before it had a chance to respond.

The creature appeared dead, so Ssarak took a few seconds to assess what these things were. The first thing he noticed from the slight pain in his lower body was that they had tough, jagged, bark-like skin that could cut into his scales surprisingly well. His injuries were only minor, but he reasoned that it would be wise not to wrap around them like he did with some opponents. The other thing he saw was that these things appeared to be made of wood, or at least had that appearance on the surface, with no blood in their bodies, so his venom would be useless against them. They appeared to die just the same as anything else, but there were still many of them left, and if they had any intelligence to them, they would not make the same mistake as their dead friend. Ssarak maintained his position and waited for the line of creatures to close in. Once they were close enough, he planned to use their apparent lack of agility, as well as whatever distractions his allies could provide, to catch them by off-guard.

[Ollumhammersong]

Guillaume watched the ....thing fall in twaine on the ground and the feline woman circle around his target. He did not have time to inspect his work to closely as its flesh, he assumed it was flesh was cleaved rather easily and the force used on the swing was working agasint him. He tightened his grip on the weapon and tried to tilt its path into the ground. The sword embedded itself in the dirt an inch or so and his balance was momentarily thrown off by the attack. He quickly allowed himself to gain his balance before lightly pulling the sword from the ground. Wehter the edge was marred by contact with the dirt in such a way would be found out later. For now he scanned the approaching horde and re set his stance, allowing the crossbows to do as much as they could. This time he readied himself for a more measured swing when the next one tried to approach him. He would not want to be caught off balance with a group of them sorrounding him.

[Knighthawk]

None of them screamed, they made no noise as they were shot or cleaved. This made him think immediately of the undead and to prepare accordingly, unfortunately this was not expected to run into inhuman things so he would need to consult his spell book. He kept the spray of color in mind as he took out his book and flipped through the pages for something useful.... Here!

He took his book and hustled to the archers and ripped a quiver from one man's collection. He worked magic in chant, reading directly from the spell book whose words would vanish with each utterance from the paper like a scroll. Soon the quiver began to glow with a flickering light as the heads illuminated with flaming heads.
he hefted the quiver up to his chest height for all other crossbowmen to reach.

"Take from here, flaming arrows!"