Orcs sneak towards the Amazon camp.
One if by land, two if by sea. Wait, light up all three. (American humor)
I signed up to crew a cannon, not pull sentry duty.
Wait, what's that in the woods? "ORCS !!!"
"What's going on?"
"What's for breakfast?"
"Where did that short-lived scream come from?"
"It was one of those weak man-things."
"Everybody up and out."
"We're being attacked!"
The Amazons start heading towards their ship.
Most are too far away and so some decide to take the fight to the Orcs.
For a little while the Amazons look as though they have the upper hand.
But just for a little while.
The cannon crew and a totem warrior head for the ship.
The Serpent Priestes gets double charged but holds on.
Thankfully, the troll is stupid a lot on this raid.
The missile battle starts to go badly for the Amazons.
Meanwhile, as the cannon crew try to put out 3 fires on deck, the Orc ship grapples on and the 2nd unlucky cannon crew gets charged and killed.
The Serpent Priestes gets help and the orcs start falling away.
Everyone else makes for the ship, shooting as they go.
The Orcs keep the pressure on and follow them down to the docks.
Not many Amazons left on their feet.
With too many losses, the Pale Moon Tribe abandon their camp and ship and slip off into the jungle.