The ogre yells at Tencednil in their strange language, unaffected by her color spray.

The guard captain looses another arrow. It hits the first ogre square in the chest. They fall down.

Why... she forgot to go over this, didn't she. That's on her. "The one I got will be out for at least ten more seconds! Prioritize the moving one!"

The injured guard runs for the moving ogre—

That ogre is ready for him. Their greatclub seems to blur as they swing it. The guard's body explodes into chunks of gore.

WHY—

"That one's open for now! After it recovers, don't run in! Use your bows unless you can get in without leaving yourself open!" They should really know this! Oh well, humans are dumb sometimes. (But he got himself killed over it!)

Two of the guards run at the moving ogre. One of their slashes cuts into it.

The other guard is now terrified of melee and will back up and shoot the ogre with his crossbow. Miss.

The moving ogre swings at one of the guards next to it. The guard dodges and deflects the blow with his shield.

Oh good they're doing reasonably— that stunned ogre is blinking and looking around. Her Spray is wearing off.

Run back in, and another Color Spray to catch the two who are still up and not bleeding out. Fortunately ogres are large enough to be easily caught even if she avoids the guards, by just aiming over their heads if nothing else. "They're back about six seconds after they can see! This one can right now!"

Her color spray washes over the ogres. The moving ogre blinks through it and remains unaffected.

The guard captain looses another arrow. It impales the ogre's midsection.

One of the guards next to the ogre cuts a deep wound in its side.

The guard who backed up reloads his crossbow and fires. Miss.

The other guard next to the ogre swings at it. His sword bounces off the ogre's armor.

The ogre swings their greatclub at one of the guards but can't aim well this injured.

How about it take an Acid Splash—

...she completely forgot to buy some acid before leaving. Idiot. Oops. Well, the emulated brimstone will still do something, but what an utterly human failure. Still lands squarely, and the ogre isn't looking good, but she is an idiot.

The ogre staggers but doesn't go down.

The guard captain looses another arrow. It flies past the ogre and impales itself into a tree.

A guard next to the ogre cuts a gash across its chest. It stumbles and falls to the ground, unconscious.

The last remaining ogre is still stunned and blinded. The caravan guards converge and slay it with many blows. The other ogres are bleeding to death and it doesn't take much to accelerate that process.

The captain breaths heavily. "Fuck. We lost Dorin."

Yes, because he was an idiot and just ran straight in—

Her breath hitches. "I was trying not to think about it." She quavers for a little, and... she knew him. Not well, but they talked around the campfire, he wasn't talkative but it's not hard for her to get people talking. He didn't have a family, not yet, but he was saving up money for his sweetheart (or at least he said so). He wasn't even Korvosan, he was on his way home to Janderhoff after some time in Korvosa to build up money where there's more to be made by things besides mining. He didn't like being underground, he didn't like the dark, she thought he was kind of nuts but humans are like that. He spent time in the sewers, he must have gotten out of practice handling things with long arms, and now he's dead because he ran straight through like he'd never heard of caution—

It isn't long before she's crying.

Some of the others are crying too. They wrap up what remains of Dorin's body and move it into one of the wagons. The caravan begins moving again.

The woods thin out and the path winds on the side of the mountain. The cold winds buffet them.

The caravan stops for lunch at noon. The mood is somber.