"Fuck, fucking hell!"
Home Alone swore as he led the survivors back to the town square. Beside the mayor's burning wooden house, they regrouped and tallied their losses.
"Who died?"
"Della died. He got too caught up in the fighting and didn't retreat in time. I saw a halberdier cut him down."
"Fuck, we lost one person and three horses. What a fucking loss."
The players discussed it through gritted teeth, then collectively decided to go back and give those halberdiers hell.
"Take out the enemy Musketeers first!"
Home Alone made the suggestion, only for someone to object.
"How are we supposed to do that? They fire one shot when the fighting starts, then hide behind the halberdiers. Who can get through?"
"What about splitting up and circling around behind them?"
"We barely have anyone as it is, and you want to split up? Are you an idiot?"
"Then what do we do?"
"Taking out their commander is the way to go."
"Which one's their commander?"
"I think I saw him. It should be the guy standing beside the halberdiers with a sword."
"Then why didn't you take him out?"
"Take him out, my ass! There were two rows of halberdiers in front of him. How was I supposed to get past them?"
"Stop arguing! The town's on fire!"
At that shout, the players turned around. Well, damn, it really was.
"What happened? Did the fire we started spread?"
"No, it was those halberdiers! They set the fires, and now they've run off! What do we do!?"
"What else? Put out the fires!"
Home Alone shouted, and the other players followed his lead without giving it much thought.
By the time they extinguished the fires, the culprits who had started them were long gone.
The players tried to give chase,