Randy

Randy noticing that the girl was gone. “Well so much for the bait.”
Randy had already disemboweled a few men and mainly was attacking from the trees. The fire had begun to take flight heading east parallel of Bartholomew men. “if only it would turn” splatter “ it would send them off our sent-at least for a little bit.”

Swinging his spear around he was able to disable two more men. Fighting with the cover of the forest was no fair to the thugs as Randolph was in his element, taking them out one by one.
Looking around Randy noticed a few men getting closer to the tunnels “Darn tunnels.” Randy hated claustrophobia. He was even surprised he could sleep last night.

“Alright that’s it” grabbing a fallen bow, Randy shot one man once and the second three times; causing him to drop a torch. “That shouldn’t be so bad, just as long as the tribal girl ran off. Hope she’s not planning to go back home though. Now to check and see if Wills ok then the milk maid.”
Running off full speed to the tree horizon (this giving the added benefit of distracting the barbarians form the entry ways), nearly there a barrage of arrows flew. Obviously they were running short on men. Randy could see men in the distance running back going to tell the others.
“Oooff” Randy whimpered as four arrows got him in the back. Luckily with his thick robes blocked three rather well with the fourth a little more painful.
Dropping to one knee, Randy heard “Rally around him before his satanic brother comes.” Turning around Randy could see the men emerging from their hiding place. “Only bows?” said Randy as he swung around the fox trap getting one man in the face. Then throwing his spear got the second and the second ran. Exzosted dropping to his second knee Randy knew his mobility was down now “it’s amazing how losing a little blood will do that to yah.” He wouldn’t be able to dodge his way out of this one.

Looking around Randy saw a dead soldier, then got an idea.

Crooks saw his men scattered and an injured archer hobble his way out of the smoking forest. “What happened in there soldier ” “they-it was everywair sir. He showed no mercy.” Frustrated Crooks kicked the man in the chest. “fool you know what just-Gah! Go to the medic in town.” The fear of the ranks of Bartholomew echoed in his bones and the known repercussions. The town was about to get rung tighter and the cruelty strained. This was all he could do to protect his city and his men form the maddening demands of Bartholomew, at least now he would be able to cancel the assault do to the fire.