RETREAT (3)

They yelled as they are stabbed, shot by their own arrows. 

Terrible scenes of carnage took place as wounded men screamed in agony, some died instantly when the sword or axes cut the owner body in such grotesque way.

Others ran around in mortal distress, clutching at arrows in their eyes, their chest, their thighs, all around their body, bleeding and in pain, twitching and screeching in the wounds, as the weapons guided by Arial prodigious control of internal energy, trying to pierce the white bone as the arrows drill and drill and drill. 

Pain unimaginable, as the screams continues like an echo in a long dark cave, and death amounts to hundred thousand.

The shield on the other hand attack the enemy with their sharp edges and one could see hundreds of soldier died stabbed by the shield sharp edges, some decapitated by the shield fast speed.