times call for an insane plan.

Looking at your companions you decide that the best defence is an offence you decide on an all out attack. Lynn casts darkness again as you all run out of the shelter, the fully laden carts are heavy but with a combined effort you manage to get cart with beer barrels turned round and pointed towards the treeline that your attackers are located as arrows whistle past with the occasional thud of impact into wood or flesh. You smash some of the beer barrels open with your spectral axe and then with even more of an effort than before you and your companions push to get momentum behind the cart until it rolls forward before smashing into the forest. A few seconds afterwards Sara and Lynn cast fireballs at the trail of beer left behind from the wagon, fire streaks towards the barrels illuminating Elven figures in the trees who cry out in panic, when the fire reaches the cart the resulting explosion is........................... impressive.

One moment you were ducking down out of the way of the arrows, the next night turned to day as you were flung through the air before landing on your back. Every part of your body is wracked with pain, as you struggle to stand, your ears buzz with a low whine as you look around trying to remember where or indeed who you are. It seems you are the most resilient as your companions remain prone on the ground, Elvish figures stumble from the firey inferno amongst the trees before you, some alight, some missing limbs, some disfigured, some rendered nonsensical but all your enemies. The shock of the explosion means you initially meet little resistance as you attack them, you knock the first four **** and then start getting your **** on those attackers still alive using your cloak of shadows to strike from the shadows with your spectral axe. When the initial panic subsidies a noble looking androgynous Elvish commander tries to restore order but feeling overcome with a bloodlust you single him out, sensing your challenge he charges you with a delicate looking but deadly spear, you attempt to deflect it but he shifts his aim at the last moment and drives its tip deep into your chest causing your frenzy to intensify as you start to foam at the mouth, all thinking disappears as you hold onto the spear with one hand to keep it embedded in your body while the Elf tries to move it, a look of panic flits across his face as you bring your axe down and almost split him in two. With your naked body covered in blood you cry out in victory while standing over your opponents champion, some Elves still surround you unsure whether to attack such an imposing figure but a naked Lynn appears beside you and joins the fray lashing out at enemies in a frenzy with Elven swords she has acquired. The apparent ease with which you defeated their leader and the ferociousness of your **** causes chaos amongst the Elves so it is with little effort that you hack them apart as they flee into the forest.

Eventually there is no one left to fight and your bloodlust slowly subsidies as once again it is time to take stock of your situation.