The sharp blades flew through the air with a sharp cutting sound. Trying to parry, the leader held up his blade, but apart from a spark that resulted from the two pieces of metal brushing past each other, it was to no avail. The assailant sliced his throat with ease. Without any further sound, the man dropped down, limp.
The ceremonial officials had yet to step down from the carriage they heard the sound of projectiles flying through the air. In a flash, the arrows hit the officials and they fell, their bodies looking like porcupines.
A blood-curdling scream resonated, sending a shiver down any witnesses' spine. The waves of arrows followed, and with nothing but a thin layer of the carriage in between their body and the deadly projectiles, the innocent ceremonial officials were ruthlessly killed.
