Bab 306: Stormblade

The archers were still desperately firing, their retreat steady and precise, but our line was starting to waver. There were just too many of them. Every spell, every arrow bought us only a fleeting moment of relief before they pushed forward again, sheer numbers threatening to overwhelm us.

As for our frontline, they never stopped their steady retreat, save for the few times they lunged out at an attacker who reached the wall they formed.