Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20181017212939/@comment-36855838-20181018045545

I pull out a pepper from my satchel, and gentlyly slice into it with my throwing dagger.

Slathering it over my hands, and coating my blade, I pass it to the next man.

The others are already doing the same, and as the mamono advance, we finish.

They charge, and we slash, those who are bladeless begin to grapple, reaching for eyes and nostrils.

I throw dagger after dagger, coated in capsaicin, aiming for arms, feet and hands, they'll not be groping or chasing men for weeks.

I run out of daggers, and join the grapplers.

In just ten minutes, we've reduced the ambush to a writhing mass of pain.

Sleep spells and Knock-out salts put them out of their misery.

The paladins move in, tying each one up in talisman laden ropes, and cutting exrta seals into their backs, their healing spells leaving sealing scars behind, ready to knock out any mamono foolish enough to launch a rescue.

They'll sleep until we wake them up later, and with the gates reopened, we load them onto the carts for the long trip home.

Our mission complete, we set off for home base, the mercenaries eager to be paired off with the single mamono in a more peaceful setting.

With any luck, the remaining mamono of this "ghost town" will think twice about their militance.