Night approached quickly now, the time had come to battle. This operation would be a hit and run, a blitz so that they could hit the enemy hard and thy couldn't hit back. Viktus had left the grotto with his Guardians several hours ago, now they waited at the edge of the forest, which bordered a field of flowers. The first horsemen arrived, scouts no doubt and soon the Caravan would arrive.

As if on Que, several old rickety carriages appeared, coming out of the forest on one of the kings roads. There were well guarded and it looked like a band of mercenary fighters had been hired for extra protection, meaning whatever was in those carriages was important. He gave the call, and silently arrows were strung, then fired at the caravan hitting several targets. They then charged forward, now amidst the cover of darkness.