"More arrows!" a man shouted hoarsely, his bowstring trembling as he nocked yet another shaft. He gestured urgently to the boy tasked with running arrows along the wall, the lad darting back and forth like a shadow amidst the chaos.
With a sharp exhale and ignoring the kid running towards him, the archer leaned forward to take his shot, his aim fixed on the soldiers swarming up the ladders. His eyes narrowed as he sought his target—
Thwack.
A sharp, sickening impact cut his focus short. The archer staggered back, a gasp clawing from his throat as an enemy arrow buried itself cleanly at the base of his neck. He dropped his bow, his hands clutching at the wound as crimson life spilled between his fingers. His knees buckled, and he sank to the ground, the light in his eyes dimming as his breath rattled away.
