Then came another volley of arrows. The focus of Jok's men once again proved to be their downfall. Whoever it was in those shadows, they knew how to detect the attention of their prey, they knew how to make it to an enemy's blindspot. Once again, three men fell, without even knowing what had hit them.
"Troublesome…" Jok complained. But there was nought he could do to deal with as of yet. There were no group orders he could give that could make their opportunism useless. It was down to his own men to react in time.
And now they were. He could see it on their faces, they'd perked up slightly. They were forcing their attention all around them. They held their shields loosely, so that they could raise it at a moment's notice.
When the next wave of arrows came, they found only wood.
That party of four hovered nervously as the earlier gap began to close up, as Jok's men rolled the bodies out of the way, and filled the gaps with shields.
