You see the tribesmen, masses of fur and bunched muscle ready to pounce. The makeshift weapons of the refugees won't hold off a Scar Tribe. This will be slaughter. You remain hidden.

If you leave the people, they will die and the tribe will soon hunt you. This is your chance to take them first. Practiced hand gestures made in silence create your plan of attack and you move into position. Bedecked in giant horns and fur, the brutish leader of the Scar Tribe blows a horn. Roaring, the tribesmen leap from the trees and land among the refugees. Cries of terror fill the air. You seize the moment to attack.