"Enough, all of you, quiet down! Since we've decided to go through with this, don't take it lightly!" barked the burly man who'd been holding a brass monocular.
Then, he turned to a gaunt man beside him, who was holding a heavy crossbow and had only one eye left, and said, "One-Eyed, take a few crossbowmen and start with a volley to test the waters, see what they're made of."
'One-Eyed' had the strength of a formal Knight and was a bowman. Amongst their group, he was considered a powerful asset.
The man known as 'One-Eyed' nodded slightly. Without uttering a word, he immediately began loading his crossbow.
The crossbow arrow he was fitting flashed with a pale green glint—it was obvious that the arrow was poisoned.
Indeed, silent people are often the most ruthless!
After loading, One-Eyed waved his hand to signal the other crossbowmen to cautiously step forward, positioning themselves within the maximum range of their weapons, directly encompassing Rein who wasn't too far away.
