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Matt rushed about the battlefield, in all the speed he had left in a desparate effort to catch up with is friends. His ribs hurt like hell. He was collecting the bodies of the orcs and creating a huge mound where they had downed their leader. When they were all collected, he took all the cloth they had from tents and cloaks and covered them. Luckily, he was able to find a flask of orcish beverage on one of them. He poured the liquor sparingly over the cloth. He then knelt at one corner, said a brief prayer, and focused a small chi blast that ignited the pile. He knew this may not be extremely strategic, but it was the right thing to do and so he would do it. He then reluctantly struggled to catch up, knowing that Dreggan would be mad.
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