Zelna, and the rest of the archers made it past the top of the mountain, and to the enemy in just thirty minutes.
It was a short trip for them, no doubt, and once they found the enemy, they didn't waste any time either. They didn't even talk to each other, and spread out, about a hundred meters away from each other, or around three-hundred feet, just so they could attack the enemy from all sides.
Once the first arrow pierced through flesh, an uproar broke out across the brigade. They were not happy, and one would think that the enemy wouldn't be surprised by yet another attack, and would expect it, but no, they were angry as if they were being attacked the very first time tonight.
