The scouts were the first to meet him in battle, though they never saw him. He simply grabbed them as they went about their rounds, heading a little too close to the trees for their own safety. And one by one they went down without a sound as he simply grabbed them and smashed them hard into the nearest trees. And then, while they lay there on the ground, somewhat broken, he stalked his first true target; the wagons filled with oil. The Dicans would regret bringing their war machines into the wastes. It was the work of minutes to creep under the two oil wagons, sever the ties holding the barrels in place on the wagons and then use his claws to tear some holes in the wooden staves so that the oil leaked out. Little holes. He didn't need it to pour out in great rivers, a few steady trickles were enough for what he wanted. In any case he didn't want to get any on himself. Then, after enough oil had covered the floor of the wagons, he used a small flint to set the first one alight.
