Roger starts a fire to distract everyone. [END}

He was majorly outnumbered by the camp of bandits, but they appeared well under the influence of their drinks at the moment. If he created a big enough distraction, Roger hoped it would be enough to give him and the girls a head start in escaping. Their hands were bound but they could still move their feet. Hopefully that would be enough to help them get away. Roger doubled back to the fire pit and grabbed a stick of fire. He took this over to a nearby tent, setting it ablaze. He worked a circle around, catching each tent he passed by on fire. Soon, there was a cry of, "FIRE!"

The bandits scrambled like headless chickens, some looking for safety, other looking for water to put the flames out. Roger darted to the girls and grabbed them by the waist, urging them to move with him.

"Let's go!" he called out.

"Roger?!" Becky replied, recognizing him. She quickly ran with him. The blonde girl did the same. They raced into the trees.

"The women are escaping!" Someone cried out.

The trio picked up their pace, running directly away from the burning camp. The sound of heavy feet beat behind them. Roger ignored them and ran with all his breath, hoping the others could keep up as well. He was so focused on running away, he didn't realize he had run directly over a pit trap! The world fell away beneath him and for a second he felt like he was floating in the air. The, gravity took over and he went crashing down into a spike pit below. Body broken, Roger heard the cries and laments of the women as they were quickly recaptured and dragged back to camp. He could hear their faint cries in the distance as he lay imbedded in the spikes unable to move. He wouldn't last the night.

THE END