Looking around, I noticed that the volley of arrows had at least claimed half of our number. I tightened my grip on my sword in anger. It felt right now that we were not elite fighters but just normal cannon fodder. It was a horrible feeling and yet it was the truth.
Soon I saw that there was a shield wall, blocking our way up the rest of the hill. The wall of shields was massive, the whole thing was riddled with spears pointing out in front. Then behind them a bit higher up on the hill were even more archers, as well as some crossbowmen. It was a nasty sight, one that normally would mean complete and utter defeat.
Then as before, Erebus just carried on his charge straight forwards for the wall of spears, the archers and all of the crossbowmen suddenly locked their aim onto him, and in one second the space in front of him went dark as it was filled with arrows and crossbow bolts.