While climbing the staircase to the top of the wall, Asher could barely hold back his growing smirk. At the top of the wall, he looked down at the wolves that were trying to sink their claws into the wall but couldn't even make shallow marks and chuckled.
He looked at his right and left and saw his archers ready to fire. Their bows were fully drawn, and they were ready to rain arrows on these wolves, which once had the upper hand.
"Fire."
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Whimpers and pain-filled growls came from the wolves as they fell to their deaths, while some wounded ones tried to escape but were struck down by an arrow accurately piercing their heads, necks, or other vital parts.
"Kill them all!"
Soldiers roared as they watched the wolves run back toward the forest.
Awoo!