[Molotovs] Cause a distraction, risk burning the supplies to launch a direct assault

His fists closed around the molotovs, but he hesitated. If he threw now, the flames would spread wildly, destroying most of the supplies before they can save them. But if he don't distract them, a frontal assault would be suicide, not to mention the likelihood of Eunhwa being caught in the crossfire.

Then, Scarface's hand was in Eunhwa's silver hair, pulling her head closer to him, forcing her nose to brush against the rough fabric of his underwear. She struggled, but he held her there, grinding his hips against her face. His voice was a growl as he leaned in, whispering in her ear, "That's it, slut. Open up for me."

Noah's hand clenched around the bottle, and he lit it without another thought, throwing it in a high arc over the camp, landing on a tent. It burst into flame, the fire crackling hungrily in the night air. In moments, the tent was ablaze, and the raiders started to scatter in confusion. Noah took advantage of the chaos, rising up from his hiding spot, rifle at the ready, its barrel spitting death.