"Archers, fire at will… rain those abominations with hell…" looking towards the approaching enemies within the horizons, the tall beauty said with the same serious look on her beautiful face, all while drawing her favored weapon, a blood-colored saber with edge gleaming with the brightness given to it by its surroundings, from its sheath, and pointing it towards the opponents.
Hearing the command of the lady in front of them, the cavalry starts letting the arrows within their bows go, sending the projectile hundreds of meters in the air in an unpracticed unison, these arrows appearing to be anything but normal as they also start gleaming with peculiar light the moment that they gained far enough distance from the soldiers.
