Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

===Journal Entry 154===

Before we can even get to our next camp location, another small force showed up and pressed to assault, in the hills no less.  Just as normal, everything set up, and right when the expected first exchange of magic and archery is to take place, Wolflake goes into a full horde charge.  No formation, just a rushing, screaming line.  Yeah, there's a reason why that's a bad idea.  Without their own casters to defend, ours wrecked their rush followed by the archers.  Half their forces were down by the time they got into melee engagement range.  What the fuck is this all about?  Most of us never even had to draw our swords, the catapults were never set up.  It was a decisive victory.  This isn't even desperation,  it's suicide.  Very few survived and their story was that they were following orders, got convinced that this was the way to beat our catapults.  We didn't find any officers amongst the dead or living.  I think they ditched the battle as soon as it started.  We set up camp nearby.  Avery is burning herself out healing the injured, but she's still preaching.  At least she's helping.