“I thought they stopped attacking the walls with the archers up here?” Caidan asked.
“They did,” Garrick answered. “I don’t understand this foolish move.”
The remaining elves stopped their approach and began lifting their fallen comrades. Garrick assumed they were going to remove their bodies from the battlefield. Instead, the elves used the bodies as shields and continued their trek toward the castle.
“Take them down!” Garrick shouted.
More arrows filled the air. The few elves remaining were quickly killed and a cheer roused from the archers. Garrick watched the encampment. There was no reason to celebrate.
The elves had proven somewhat intelligent in their attacks against the walls. It seemed out of place for them to attack now, knowing their warriors were at the mercy of his bowmen
