Make it painful

You charge them as they raise their spears to skewer you. Before you reach their pointed tips, you hit the ground and slide under them. Your naked body is spattered with mud as you slide through their legs. On the way through you slash into the ankle of one, bringing him to his knees. The other two turn to face you but you’re quicker, planting the dagger into one of their necks. The remaining one who still stands tries to jab at you but you evade him. Grabbing the fallen spear of another, you deflect another blow before planting it into his bare chest. He spits, coughing up blood as the third tries to stand but fails. You wrench the spear from his hands before planting it through his head, pinning his body to the ground.

You look at their brutalized corpses before saying “13” under your breath. A chorus of yelling from deeper in the camp indicates your work has not gone unnoticed.

Good. Maybe these next guys will actually put up a fight.

Grabbing your knife, you run further into the camp. Oddly enough you find you are not winded at all from your several encounters. Some form of unnatural magic bolsters your stamina.