Misty stayed behind us as we moved closer to the outpost. We had two ways of going about things, one was to head to the cliff and drop down on them, and the other was a simple charge. We went for the charge. There were three of them and they were all low-level first core disciples, and if they were anything like those I'd seen at the tournament then we had no reason to worry.
They didn't even bother keeping guard, simply sitting around their fire, bottles in hand, talking with one another. A stupid choice that was about to cost them their lives.
Sandra and I got into position as close as we could get to the camp without being spotted, and as Sandra gave me a nod, I formed my bark armor along with two lashing vines, one in each hand.
