The hungry wolves opened their maws, baring sharp teeth as they charged the traveling party. When they were only thirty meters away, the bald mercenary leader roared, "SHOOT!"
Dozens of arrows sliced through the air. The wolves at the front of the pack stumbled, pierced and wounded, only to be trampled by the tide of their brethren surging from behind.
At fifteen meters, a second volley flew, and another dozen wolves fell.
"To arms! Fight
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