The ranger moved down the rockslide, moving like water trickling down the slope. He moved with absolute silence, keeping his hand closed the whole way. When he arrived, he found nothing but snoring men, clad in full armor. Now for the perfect way to begin...<br/><br/>He scanned the area, searching for just the right place. An army was always predictable to him, and he took in the details of what little organized formation they had. It was clear to him that the cluster of men toward the back, who were currently unconscious under the horses they must have been riding when the spell hit, were the leaders.<br/><br/>How cowardly. The men to lead the attack sat at the rear, rather than leading the front line. He chose this spot as his first appearance. The leaders would panic. Taking their mark from their leaders, so would the men.<br/><br/>Taking a pinch of powder from a pouch at his belt, he threw it at a torch that had been dropped, still burning. The powder created a small explosion when it hit the flames. Just as the explosion hit, the ranger opened his hand and let forth a beastly roar.<br/><br/>Before they could figure out what had happened, he threw another pinch of powder. The men began to press farther down the pass, toward the rockslide, where they were trapped like caged animals. He closed his hand after another moment and rushed among them, pushing and shoving to get into position. None of them ever noticed him until he opened his hand and suddenly burst into light among them. He roared and cackled, swinging his fists to frighten them.<br/><br/>Repeating this a few more times, he set them into a full panic. The turned and fled, trampling over their leaders as they went.