Although the number was not large, the first volley of arrows still took down several ragtag soldiers, either with exposed legs and feet or without any means of defense.
Listening to the screams behind them, the desperados pulled from hooligans and criminal offenders fiercely quickened their pace, but their uncoordinated temporary companions, with mismatched rhythms of footsteps, only dragged behind.
Several men fell in their run, exposed beyond the boards and shields.
The shooters atop the distant arrow tower had not a shred of mercy; they, who had already become Lord's personal soldiers, shot at those who stumbled like they used to hunt wild beasts in the woods—taking turns in groups of three or two, they reloaded and fired at the cannon fodder.
