Extend the Story - Add a Room

You wait, while the villagers form a circle around you, a trembling, shaky circle of humans with sticks and hand-made torches for weapons. "You humans are pitiful", you announce in a clear, strong voice. "You think you can face me? You think you can kill me? We'll see about that." A male human steps forward, he looks about the age of 40 or 45. "You have killed our residents, stolen our food, destroyed our homes, and broken our spirit. You think we have anything else to lose?" "Maybe your lives." You say.

Kill them one by one