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The Leather Rebels roared into town, the pounding of their steeds’ iron hooves drowned out by their spectral screams. Leaving a trail of torn ground in their wake, they marauded through the town. They set fire to everything they passed, laughing at the screams of those who cowered in futile shelters. Once every structure was a crackling inferno, they took turns leaping their nightmare mounts over the wreckage, laughing when one of them failed to clear the jump. They always emerged from the firestorms unscathed and returned again to jumping. When the town was cinders, they vanished into the night.