However, nothing was more disadvantageous than a continuous volley of arrows, and before Cornell's men could approach the people hidden in the forest, almost half of them were struck dead by the arrows.
The rest of the soldiers made it into the forest and the sounds of swords clashing in the air filled the area. Cornell determinedly pulled out his sword, he shouted into the burning night air, "Find those bastards and kill them all! If they don't come out from their hiding places, Set the trees on fire to drive them out!"
"Yes, my Lord!"
Although the fire was bad for both sides, Cornell was concerned because he only had few soldiers left with him now. Before Cornell could even move, an arrow flew towards him, he did not have the time to dodge it completely and it grazed passed his left arm.
