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''Swish-Swish-Swish'' the sound of arrows and bolts cutting the air resonated within the land, as the militia army found itself standing shoulder to shoulder for protection, yet they knew that if they were going to survive they had to take the initiative.
Tension and determination etched the faces of the militiamen as they awaited the bandits' onslaught. The rhythmic thumping of their hearts was only interrupted by the rustling of leaves and the distant cawing of birds, as the forest held its breath, anticipating the clash between these unlikely defenders and the marauding bandits.
As the first bolts and arrows from the bandits whistled through the forest, the militia braced themselves, ready to repel the attackers and safeguard the precious grain destined for Taranto.