The Reaper narrowed his eyes as he took his aim at the Half-Elf who was unaware of his upcoming demise. He had a good vantage point since he was located in one of the watchtowers that overlooked the battlefield.
He had first disguised himself as one of the Dwarves responsible for bringing food and water to the defenders before infiltrating the watchtower. The food and water he had given the unsuspecting guards were drugged, which caught them off guard.
It was nothing poisonous, but it was a special sleep serum that was enough to make those that had ingested it sleep for five hours straight.
He carefully knocked the arrow on his bow and aimed at his target that was over six hundred meters away from him. The Reaper had no problems targeting anyone from this distance because of his sniping skills.