You lean down and call forth the magical power within you. Fromm your outstretched fingerS erupts a single jet of flame that blasts the climber. As the smoke clears, you see he is no more than a smoldering corpse on the ground.
The other three look up, scream in rage, and back off.
Suddenly, you feel the battlement boards below you shake to the unmistakable rhythm of footfalls.
Gods, they got behind me! you think.
Charging along the runway is the shadow of a tall and lanky man carrying something. A bow. "Reginold!" You sigh in relief. He must have found another way in.