Obliterate all the men with a spell of lightning
From Lord Of Utterdom
You raise both hands and utter a quiet chant. The men, thinking you mad, all begin to mad. The rudest of them walks toward you, unfastening his trousers.
"I'll be the first to plumb this mad cunt," he says, smiling.
From the tips of your fingers, wild bolts of lighting spray out in dozens of currents. They strike the men in the eyes, and across their bodies. They tremor under the shock, shaking violently, pissing themselves and evacuating their bowels. They begin to smoke, their eyes roasting in their sockets, hair catching fire.
You cease the bolts, and they all collapse to the ground, smoldering.
With the situation firmly taken care of, you can return to your hut and the peace and quiet of the forest, assured that someone who stumbles across the bodies will certainly attribute the deaths to you, adding to your legend.
THE END.
