Countless arrows flew past the open field blitzing the eyes, they were akin to bullets fired from a machine gun. Each of them pierces the resistance of the win through its spinning motion which makes the arrows faster than they already are.
With their back against the wall, literally, Adhara and Gistella feel their hearts lightened.
Emerging from the forest on their right was a group of what seemed to be grey-ashy-skin humanoid creatures riding a beast below them, beautifully crafted dark bows are in their hands as they keep reloading and firing at the cursed creatures on the other side of the open field.
"Dark Elves!", Gistella exclaimed while still feeling numb all over her body.