The bolt embeds itself into the side of the house, inches from the soldier's skull.
He jumps back in surprise, pulling the woman with him. Seeing you and the rangers suddenly materializing over the ridge, a look of panic appears on his face.
The soldier slashes his axe into the side of the woman's neck. He throws her body to the ground before turning to run.
He doesn't make it far before a second crossbow bolt flies, slamming into the back of his neck. He instantly goes limp, his body joining the hundreds of others.
The ranger who took the shot pauses to reload his crossbow, while you and a dozen others rush forward into the street.
You step over bodies, almost ankle deep in blood. The sight burns itself into your brain. Nausea fills you.
You drop down to your knees in front of the fallen young woman. You slightly lift her off the pile, turning her around to face you.
Some part of you held hope that she might still be alive. Her eyes stare lifelessly into the sky. You drop her body back onto the street.
You stand back up.
One of the rangers asks you in Kroridian, "Marshal… what do we do?"