Bk 1, Ch 3: Destruction
Chapter 3: Destruction It was time. As much as I would have liked to watch the ritual’s conclusion, we needed to attack while the townsfolk were distracted and their backs still turned. The shaman raised a steaming bowl of guts above his head and the crowd cheered in response. I raised my arm up and twenty archers drew their bows. I swiped downwards and twenty arrows soared. My arm went up, then down again, sending another twenty arrows skyward. Iron rain scattered amongst the townspeople. The standing-room-only crowd was so tightly packed that the arrows struck mostly heads, necks, and shoulders. A burly fisherman collapsed gurgling with an arrowhead sticking out of his mouth. A little boy perched on his father’s left shoulder slewed sideways and fell with an arrow through his back, his neck …