There are cries from the group as the injured move to avoid the rest of the traps, and the front line spreads out. Of course, outnumbered thirty to one gives them confidence, and a few start to charge forward... until their leaders bark orders at them to halt. All the rest draw their bows and, as one, nock their arrows, draw the strings, and take aim at him.<br/><br/>The clerics stand ready, but are confident that this will only be a speedbump, not a true fight, though they're wary of anyone willing to challenge an army single-handedly.