Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 185==

Alright, so we're riding along at a good clip and stumble onto a trade caravan in the process of being robbed by some bandits.  It looks like the caravan guards were taken by surprise, two of five are dead, the dead don't look like they even managed to draw their weapons.  We have about 15 or so bandits.  Too many to easily deal with.  Of course the bandits are seeing more money in their future and demand everything.  Mike suddenly rides out front, turns jet black and starts throwing his fire around.  He gets hit by two arrows which just bounce off.  After recovering from our surprise, we join the fray.  The guards get the idea, grab their weapons and join in too.  It's a huge fucking clusterfuck.  Mike's horse freaks and tosses him, fire going everywhere.  I manage to keep mine steady and start firing with my Sig.  Avery's horse flips it's shit and starts trampling and kicking anyone who gets near.  Marcus manages to dismount and go in with his sword.  When all was said and done, we've all been injured in some way, the caravan lost probably half its cargo and I'm down a magazine in my pistol.  Avery's burned herself out healing everyone and the horses.  I'm burned out keeping the horses calm and keeping the caravaners from deciding that we're responsible for their lost goods.  The bandits had no money to loot, shitty weapons and pretty much nothing of value.  Marcus claimed a bow and quiver and wants to learn to use it.  None of us have any archery experience.  Currently we're camped at a caravan rest stop and will head out in the morning.  We'd have made it twice as far if it wasn't for those fucking bandits.