Startled by the ruckus of their tribesman’s murder, the other Ndipaya barbarians bawled in succession. Their yells were incredibly distinct, filled with repetitive and unceasing muffled ‘wo wo wo wo’.
They wielded simple wooden shields and pikes as they pressed towards the invaders. Fortunately, the corridors of these huts were incredibly narrow, preventing them from swarming in for a gang bang.
Dried torches were smeared with animal fats at the tip, supplying adequate illumination as well as waves of a repulsive charred stench. Even if they were dropped into the water, they could still be used if they were picked up quickly.
