Panic set in as the group realized the fate that was going to fall on them. This was not the strength a party of tier-1 thespians should have had. No, it was more. This was the work of a tier-2 thespian group.
The odds, which had seemed so firmly in their favor at the start of this mission, had turned against them. The reason? Lack of information.
As the Marauders' numbers dropped to just a few, the survivors panicked and tried to run away. They scattered in different directions, running as fast as they could through the streets of Shrosi. Each of them hoped to escape their deadly enemies.
But Sebastian was ready for this. He smiled cruelly, knowing that their attempt to escape was pointless. No matter how hard they tried, he would catch them all.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 24! 25!"
His bow sang a deadly song as arrow after arrow found its mark. Marauders fell one by one, their last cries cut short as Sebastian's arrows found their mark.
