From the writing of Nalla Mann --Bartender of the Bloody Nall Tavern
As they blindly moved ahead with the dim light that there torches gave them--The Pineappleman could sense the battle up ahead. He could hear the screams as the men and Monks went plummeted to their deaths. Just ahead he could make out robed figures-and dim dancing torches Releasing all his fury he grabbed the first Monk ahead of him lifting him into the air and tossing him as if he were just a rock off the edge of the cliff. As the next Monk turned to face him he lit the man on fire with his torch. The man fell aflame off the cliff face as well. Other Monks turned around surprised to have a foe at their backs. The mists swirled around the blade of his machete as Monks appeared out of the gray mass as if out of nowhere. The Pineappleman sliced his way through the Monks that charged his way continuing forward down the stairs at all times –letting Kandu pick off the foes he hadn't tossed off the edge himself with his rifle. Monks were literally raining down from the cliffs
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