<creator>Gary Chalk</creator>
<description><line>Razor-sharp discs of steel whistle</line><line>down to claim their victims.</line></description>
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<p>Staggering to your feet, you run, half-crouched, to the shelter of a wagon. Two of your men lie dead upon the road, but the others have escaped the ambush and are galloping away from the town, hidden by the rising clouds of dust.</p>
<p>You turn to see a bandit warrior standing at a nearby balcony. He is dark-skinned, with oily black hair and beard. He flicks his hand and a deadly disc whistles towards your face.</p>