Ready For The Attack!
Chris Mann, clad in light leather armor, moved swiftly, his longbow securely strapped across his back. With a firm grip on the cold, jagged rocks, he whispered a soft grunt of effort and leapt gracefully to the top of the hill. His breath misted in the crisp air as he landed, his eyes scanning the horizon.
The dark porcupine leather gloves, snug around his hands, slid smoothly over the rock's surface without a trace. These were no ordinary gloves, they were made from the skins of several archers who had perished in battle at Phoenix Terrace, their bodies salvaged for the precious material. The lord, always protective of Chris, had given special orders to the craftsmen to fashion these gloves specifically for him. For an archer, whose hands endure the relentless strain of drawing bows and tightening strings, a sturdy pair of leather gloves was more than just protection, it was an advantage, enhancing his already formidable skills.