Rosie and Oleg slowed the barrel down before a wall of smoke and roaring flames. "Shit, uhh..." She peered around to assess the options, for saving the barn was not one of them. Her mind was made up quickly when she saw wisps of smoke and steam rising from the well-seasoned timber of the palisade wall.

"I'm taking the wall!" She proclaimed.

It was trivial to find a nearby sizeable rag to dunk into the water. Slapping the timber with the wet rag to soak the most vulnerable spots took the rest of her attention. No use defending any of it if the wall was ruined.