"Don't stop shooting!" one of the many guards on the wall screamed, as he let loose another arrow into the massive horde of orcs. His fingers were bleeding, covering his bowstring with blood. Many of the archers suffered similar injuries. They had to use all their force to fire the arrows with enough power to reach the far away orcs. This put a tremendous strain on their fingers, resulting in the injuries.
The wall was split into several sections, the path which had been clear and connected before, now destroyed and covered in ruble.
"I'm out of arrows!" an archer screamed. He and four others were disconnected from the rest, with no way down. They were trapped six meters above ground, without any ammunition left.
Hold on, I'll get you more!" one of the volunteers below yelled and ran off, only to be crushed under a boulder a second later. "Damnit!" the archer exclaimed and took things into his own hands.
"I'll go and get more arrows and a ladder!" he yelled and jumped down. His legs hit the ground and buckled under the force. Thankfully he was stronger than a normal person, which helped him survive the fall without any devastating injuries.
"Are you okay?" one of his fellow archers asked from above, looking down at his friend below.
"I'm fine. try to get in contact with another squadron of archers and ask for more arrows, while I search for more!" the man said, before hurrying off.
The situation on the ground was a mess. Hundreds of Falkens ran back and forth, carrying the injured, moving them to a safer location. Some were moving ruble, saving the people trapped in the buildings. Even next to the archer, several falkens were rushing to save two men who got injured by the boulder which crushed the person who was going to get arrows.
"Excuse me, do you know where the nearest supply of arrows are located?" the archer asked. He had been completely cut off from the current situation because of the chaos, and had no idea where he could find arrows.
One of the men looked up at him, he was bleeding from a cut, right above his eye, effectively having closed that eye for the moment. "All the supplies you might need are next to the food store on the main street!" the man answered, before bending down and with the help of his friend lifting one of the injured.
The archer thanked him for the help and started moving towards the main street. His legs were crying in outrage, as they started refusing his orders. His run quickly came to a stalemate, as he was forced to support his body on the unstable, barley standing buildings.
As he limped towards the street he tried to find a stick, or anything capable of supporting his body. Thankfully he found a man crushed under a boulder, with a spear next to his corpse, without a scratch.
He bent down and grabbed the spear, gave the man he didn't know a quick prayer, wishing for him to find peace with lord Jantyr and got back to moving.
Using the spear like a cane he was able to move somewhat comfortably again. Finally leaving the alley he used as a shortcut, he was once more greeted by chaos. People lay dead on the street, having been moved to the corners, so they wouldn't block the path. A path around the ruble, and boulders had been made, used by hundreds of people running back and forth. They tried their best to save the injured and give new supplies to the archers, giving them no room to respect the dead.
Not everyone was being productive in this environment, as several people sat by the sides, crying, mourning, or outright raging at the death of their friends. Most of the adventurers had long since stopped helping, having no reason to go so far for a village, soon to be town they didn't come from. They were eyed with disdain by the people, but they had no time to complain and had to continue moving for the sake of those fighting.
The archer quickly limped over to the previous food store, which had been crushed by a boulder, with a semi defense now built next to it, thousands of bulks of arrows and hundreds of bows laid waiting to be used. There were also some carts, so that massive amounts could be moved at the same time.
Some people stood next to the store, guarding the equipment and helping others stock up. This was a heaven sent to the archer, who had no chance of moving that much at the same time.
"Excuse me", he yelled, gaining their attention. "Can you help me move some arrows and a ladder to my part of the wall, we're out of arrows!" he asked. Thankfully one of the men nodded and grabbed several bundles of arrows, a ladder and six bows, throwing them into the cart. Then he moved it to the archer and said. "Get in, you're obviously injured and shouldn't walk!"
Doing as told, the archer jumped onto the cart, as they started moving. "Where too?" the man asked. the archer pointed towards the alley they came from, and the man started moving instantly.
The way back was much faster, as the man wasn't injured like the archer, when they arrived, they were greeted by two new boulders, which had further destroyed the surrounding houses. Thankfully the archers weren't hit, but they still had no arrows. Meaning they failed to reach out to another group of archers.
The man grabbed the ladder and placed it against the wall and yelled. "Come get more arrows and help your friend get up!" after telling them what to do, he unloaded everything on the cart, including the archer and ran back with the cart.
"Khrom Calak, are you okay?" one of the archers asked the injured one, as he helped him up, and began the tedious path up the ladder.
Now with new ammunition and bows, they could once more contribute with brining orcs down.
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