War 2
Two orders were giving simultaneously. The enemies were trying to retreat while the formation was undergoing anther transformation.
Whissp!
Arrows started coming from the formation. Every angle of the square formation had a soldiers with a bow. One arrow for one person. Meanwhile, the formation continued their onslaught. In less than ten minute, all the enemies had been killed. No one was allowed to escape.
The commander of the enemies was shivering on his horse. He looked at the dead body of his troops weeping in his heart. "Devils." The commander turned his horse and wanted to flee.
'I have to report this to the higher up.' He thought.
"Bentley."
Bentley came out at one of the square formation. He knotted his bow with a special arrow. His insigma was bluish black at the tail of his arrow. He squinted his eyes and looked at the escaping commander.
Whissp!