Faced by two dozen tribespeople, Broneslav made the decising to retreat back past the rubble that the headhunters themselves seemed to have placed as a defence. He would use their own preparations against them so that they could not overwhelm him. The boldest of the headhunters raced towards him with the others straggling behind. He took up position at the narrowest point of the passage and braced for the impact.
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| (1) Guard post (2) Living quarters |
The armed headhunters swarmed towards Broneslav, as their children escaped up a rope towards a hole in the ceiling of the temple. The noise was like the worst bedlam as children screamed and warriors howled their rage. Six of them fell in the first rush as Broneslav's sword cleaved through their unarmoured bodies repeatedly, while his own armour and shield protected him to the full. Seeing their tribespeople fall, four of them ran for the rope. Four of the bolder tribespeople fell in the second wave. This was too much for another three tribespeople who routed to the escape rope, which seemed badly overloaded even though all the children had managed to climb out of the top of the room by now. Those that remained in the room were cut down in short order, but as Broneslav stepped into the living quarters over the bloody corpses of the headhunters, doors were suddenly thrown open all around the balcony surrounding the headhunters' living quarters. A new wave of armoured attackers emerged. Broneslav wondered if the emerging warriors would finally be too much for him, but he resolved to try to achieve the quest laid on him by the friendly villagers. He could do no less. Snarling, he lifted his shield and sword once more...
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