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!6CrZ543I4I 02/19/12(Sun)04:29 No.18010909>>18010803
(These were spot checks. The caravan managed to fail three at very different difficulties.)
As you watch, the stack seems to vanish from view. It goes up above a cloud as the Demons enter the enemy hex, and you can no longer make out their forms at they get into position. Simultaneously you send your other Bwisp circling around the enemy encampment to draw their attention, and this seems to work fairly well. The men turn and look at the circling Bwist, scowls and crude gestures made in your direction are the answer to your presence: apparently soldiers know to look for small, fast moving entities as scouts.
You switch your attention back to the first Bwisp, and just barely catch what ensues. Abigail comes plunging down in the lead, wings bound up behind her, hair knotted back in a bun to avoid whipping around in the high winds. Her suit flaps lightly, and beads of condensation slip from her horns and tail. Following her are her fellows, still stacked for stealth. They don't so much as flap their wings: the lot of them plunge down headfirst, dropping like stones. You see positions shift as they near, the broken up group nudging themselves just slightly in the wind. As they near the head of the column the shift just enough to allow them to restack for maximum combat bonus as they get close.
Abigail seems to be intent on dropping down on the Warlord, and her stack follows her lead. Nine to twenty the come, claws flashing unseen as demonic wings snap open. The flight of Demons hammer into the enemy stack!
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