Viserin and the remaining Turkin soldiers, witnessing the fierce aerial battle above, quickly adapted to the shifting tides of combat. "Retrieve the spears!" the Turkin King commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. The melee fighters sheathed their swords and grabbed long, finely crafted spears designed for throwing.
Forming a line, the soldiers synchronized their movements. "Aim for the wings and joints!" Viserin shouted, his eyes tracking the erratic flight patterns of the drones. Muscles tensed as they drew back their arms, each soldier locking onto a target.
"Release!" At Viserin's signal, a volley of spears soared into the sky. The weapons sliced through the air with deadly precision, their sharpened tips piercing the drones' exoskeletons. Metallic screeches filled the air as several drones plummeted to the ground, wings torn or bodies impaled.
