Reginold leans over the wall, and, seemingly without even aiming, lets loose an arrow. One of the little devils below falls to the ground squirming with an arrow in its chest. The others scatter back toward the forest.
With their eyes turned away, they make difficult targets in the scant moonlight. Nevertheless, your friend takes one more down before the others make the safety of the woods. "We have struck terror into that advance party, but they will call for reinforcements. We have the wall. Can we hold it?" Reginold asks.