"You have some nerve to challenge us," you say. "But whether that nerve is born of bravery or stupidity matters not to me, for your challenge has assured your death."
You turn to the warriors behind you. "Find them and kill them," you say, before drawing your sword and riding at Keska.
Keska is unprepared for your attack, and as she tries to throw herself to one side, your horse barrels into her and tramples her into the ground. You look to the sloping sides of the ravine and are heartened to see that the battle appears to be going well. Arrows come flying out of the woods, and a few find their marks, but your warriors bravely scramble up the slopes of the ravine, dragging the brigands from their hiding places and putting them to the sword.
For a few minutes, the forest is filled with the sound of fighting, but slowly it grows silent once more, and your warriors begin returning to the caravan. You are saddened to see that some of them are carrying dead or dying comrades, but these are few compared to the number of enemy dead. Even so, you have lost seventy six of your warriors in this fight. Whoever Myrshala is, she has made an enemy this day.
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