“Draw,” Asafoeta ordered. The archers drew the arrows. The bow was ready. The archers were ready, waiting for further instructions.
“Loose.” They heard Asafoeta roaring. The archers let loose the string and the arrows went high into the air, obscuring the moons.
A vast army was on the ground approaching the cliff by foot. The arrows targeted them. Seven birds were flying in the air. They were out of reach.
“That son of a b***h is alive,” exclaimed Nomplea. He can count seven birds in the sky with riders.
“I saw that rider getting hit and going down.” Maetra couldn’t believe that.
“Why can’t they just die?” asked Vigara. He was clearly frustrated. He wished to go back to his home. His wife was carrying a baby and she was almost due. He has to be on the battlefield instead of being with
