You are Evrumine, Minotaur Soulborn, member of Team Fellstorm, and right now, in charge of your own team.
The Chosen one is walking past your hideout, surrounded by two dozen adventurers from Hongenstone, the Merciful Sisters, The Blackfeathers, Shockdance, Malkals Marauders and one group you don't know but seems to be lightly armoured and favouring spears as their weapons.
You have a bunch of skeletons and zombies, and two undead trolls. When everyone is in place you have your hand, and the attack begins!
Skeletons and zombies flood down two alleyways on the left of the group, crashing into the adventurers on that flank like a wave. As expected they hold their ground against the weak undead but more of the adventurers are pulled from the front, rear and right flank to support them.
The two trolls tearing into the right flank draw attention back to that side, leaving the front and rear defences stretched very thin.
Yelling loudly, you and Kittrane charge from the rear; every available adventurer races to fight you, blocking you from attacking the chosen one.
Every one except the human wizard Jennath at least. Chame hangs back in her disguise just in case....
Nevyn Leaps from a rooftop towards the chosen one, only for an air elemental to appear out of well, air, and throw her back the way she came, spinning through the air and clawing wildly, until she lands in the next street over, sounding pretty angry.
Still, it gives Chame the opening she needs – all alone with the chosen one, she simply swings her staff at head height and knocks the young acolyte out cold, 'winning' the encounter. A loud bell-like noise in Chame's vicinity announces her success.
Of course, that now leaves you all facing two dozen angry adventurers, and for once even Chame looks worried by the amount of attention she's receiving, rather than feeding off it.