Darkest Dungeon - Town in Chaos part 3

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The bloody and cruel fight continued for almost an hour, and although the
heroes seemed to be close to victory, about to end Vvulf's life, but the
 bandits had one last trick. Two
 murderers appeared among the corpses, blood and gunpowder, pushing a
large cannon that seemed almost alive, accompanied by a man loaded with
what appeared to be a great match, staring at the wick of the cannon. The man raised his match, ready to finish all of them, and continue the looting. The
 wick began to burn, and the heroes did not know what to do, that cannon
 seemed capable of knocking down a mansion with a single shot ... And
the cannon fired with a loud explosion, but just before the bullet
reached them, the man The
 armor and the shield raised his great mace, which seemed to spit out
rays, and infused their companions with power, making them feel lighter
and more agile. He had already been in many wars so that a single cannon would bring him down. All the heroes avoided the great bullet, which stopped its flight when colliding with the demolished foundations of a house. The team felt they could do it. Before continuing, they realized that there was an odor of incense in the air from several meters behind. As
 they turned, they saw a woman from the east, laden with relics, several
 bags of linen, a dagger and a mysterious censer from which emitted a
blue vapor; Not only the escuded man had helped the team, that woman also, who was
accompanied by another man, who came hooded and with his chest and back
to the air, as if he feared no one. His clothes were simple rags, and a sharp and terrifying necklace. His right hand was completely red, blood was dripping from it. He wore a bloody whip, with which he had done the innumerable wounds of his body. That sinister man had protected the lively collector there, the pain did not care.
Vvulf looked at the pleased heroes, with rage. With a shriek, he ordered the match man to light the barrel again, but
 he looked dead already, an arrow protruding from his chest.
The two new comrades approached, the flagellant ahead, the collector behind. This
 man, self-injuring himself, was able to squeeze the organs and skin of
his enemy, causing a strong hemorrhage, which would lead him to death. Apart, with the strength of his blood, he could heal his companions,
making them feel more alive while he bleeding to continue dismembering
the brigands.

The woman, with a lively and penetrating look, stood beside the priestess,
and with her censer, gave them agility, well-being and resistance to the
 heroes, and if necessary, blinded and drowned the wicked. Although she was not made to fight, she had other qualities. What
 no one saw was that he carried several objects belonging to the brave: a
 dissection kit, a childhood memory, a letter opener, a list of people
who must die ... No one knew where he had found them, only her. He gave them to their respective owners, and they all looked at them with a mixture of bitterness and nostalgia. The battle once more began again, this time with renewed forces, more comrades, and powerful objects that seemed lost ...

And in the end... those rougish wretches understood one thing, and one thing only.

"THIS IS OUR HOME! EVERYTHING BURNS."

Especially their beaten bodies.