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Suddenly the night sky is filled with fireballs, hurled from Shadakine catapults. They fly through the air above the heads of the Army of the Freedom Guild and land in the trees behind them. The dry brush of the forest begins to burn.
‘They mean to flush us out!’ you cry alarmed.
All around, fires are starting. Soon the surrounding trees are ablaze. Smoke billows in choking clouds through the ranks of the army, and the fire is still spreading.
