Goblin missiles fall thick and fast; With bared teeth, Carys bites back a scream as the wickedly barbed head of one rips through her belly, splashing her precious hot blood over the deforestated ground of the wounded forest. Eirianedd cries out and topples back as a jagged arrow punches clean through her chest. She falls back, convulsing with the agony of the brutal wound.
Taking what cover they can, Gwenhwyfar and Prydwen bend their bows to retaliate. The Goblins imagine themselves safe behind their clumsily constructed fortifications: Fools! They have reckoned without the supernatural accuracy of Elves! Even with enemy arrows falling around them like lethal hornets, and the screams of their sisters ringing in their ears, the warrior-maidens of Loren can put an arrow through a cowering Goblin’s eye at three hundred paces.
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