In an instant, a volley of arrows had struck their convoy. Fanilly felt her concerns had, of course, come to fruition. She had hated coming here, hated coming here and placing these civilians in such terrible danger. And now... now had some of the men that had volunteered to help them died in the opening volley? Had she failed to suggest a better option? Had she-

No, no she had to think now. She couldn't let her thoughts get to her!

"Shield wall! Form a shield wall!" cried Fanilly, raising her sword as she did, "Do not let them loose arrows upon the civilians or the injured! Archers, form up and aim into their lines!"

She hoped this would work. She hoped they would be fast enough. For the sake of the civilians, for the sake of everyone here, they [i]had[/i] to respond quickly. A cult of barbaric madmen would not be as well-trained as her knights, nor as Ithillin's archers, that much she felt sure of. If they could break the ambush then they could eliminate the forces that had been brought here, as well as keep the civilians safe. Ultimately, however, if they could not destroy the ambush, as long as they could ensure no-one else died at least the girl knight would feel as if they had fulfilled their duty. The safety of the defenseless came above all else.