As the battering ram came closer Fenna ordered to fire. Enchanted arrows weren' t needed, every arrow was dipped in oil and then in lit with torches. After the order the archers knew what to do, so Fenna took her bow, her spear resting on her back with the tip sticking out over her shoulder. The moment the first of them entered the wall she would drop her bow and start stabbing. For now, she joined the archers. Unlike the others, who shot arrows as fast as they could, Fenna aimed and took a moment to concentrate, breathed in and out and her target seemed to get bigger. She released when she felt she couldn't miss and an orc dropped dead. Next target, concentrate, release.
"RIGHT WING, FOCUS FIRE THE DARK ELVEN SCREAMERS!"
Fenna turned to look. "Archers! Focus fire on the screamers!" She ordered, turning her own bow and concentrated on the first target. Sil stayed behind her, sitting on the edge of one of the arrow crates. When someone approached she put her beak in and pulled out some arrows to hand to a soldier who came for ammunition to pass around. They always took what Sil offered, thanking her for her aid, but grabbed another handful as well.
Fenna didn't want to count; as long as there were arrows and the distance was great enough, they would continue firing. The Screamers died by the dozens, giving tribute to their named with their high-pitched battle cries as they rushed forwards and their screams of pain and death when they were pierced by arrows. Their armour was practically non-existing. Fenna briefly wondered if the enemy had made a mistake deploying the warriors there, this early in the battle.
"Don't let them climb the walls!" She ordered. The screamers were fast and focussed. Even though many fell victim to the arrows, some still got closer than Fenna would have liked.
"RIGHT WING, FOCUS FIRE THE DARK ELVEN SCREAMERS!"
Fenna turned to look. "Archers! Focus fire on the screamers!" She ordered, turning her own bow and concentrated on the first target. Sil stayed behind her, sitting on the edge of one of the arrow crates. When someone approached she put her beak in and pulled out some arrows to hand to a soldier who came for ammunition to pass around. They always took what Sil offered, thanking her for her aid, but grabbed another handful as well.
Fenna didn't want to count; as long as there were arrows and the distance was great enough, they would continue firing. The Screamers died by the dozens, giving tribute to their named with their high-pitched battle cries as they rushed forwards and their screams of pain and death when they were pierced by arrows. Their armour was practically non-existing. Fenna briefly wondered if the enemy had made a mistake deploying the warriors there, this early in the battle.
"Don't let them climb the walls!" She ordered. The screamers were fast and focussed. Even though many fell victim to the arrows, some still got closer than Fenna would have liked.