"FIRE!!!" A young soldier shouted, which prompted many of their archers to fire off arrows. Not any normal arrows but fire arrows. Sending them hurdling into the sky at the garrison. The thousands of troops roared as the began charging at the garrison while a man inside the garrison with Brown wings and slit eyes looked up at the sky and sighed. "Dear goddess. Again with this? Is that barbaric king leading them again? Well lets get this shit over with. Mages! Use wind magic to send the arrows back at them. I'll lead an aerial unit to rain spears down on them. You other commanders can think of what to do against the ones that survive and get close." The man said as he raised his fist to the sky. "Sisters and brothers to the air!" He shouted as he soared into the sky followed along by maybe hundreds other people. And once they were in the sky the magic would blow the arrows back sending the arrow barrage back at the Legel troops, with spears then raining down from the sky. And all you could hear would be screams of agony while others charged on.