The wood elf let out a chuckle at Gil’s comeback, but continued watching the towers with absolute focus. It wasn’t until Ardur gave the order for them to retreat back to the trees that he broke line of sight and ran quickly back to the safety of the woods. As there was no need to check for tracks at this point, Lanithil hastily ascended one of the trees and vanished inside the leaves. From there he silently watched over the others. He paid careful attention to where each person hid making sure he had clear views around them to spot any possible ambush.
After two hours of waiting, the reinforcements from the main army finally arrived, but noticeably without the other Skor twin. As the scouting party moved to join up with the forward troops, only those who had been paying attention would notice Lanithil jumping out of a tree different from the one had climbed. The ranger had been moving undetected through the treetops to make sure he had no blind spots, and also to kill time.
With no specific task given to him by Ardur, Lanithil took position next to the archers in the main force. It was then he heard the voice. More accurately, he felt the voice. It shook in the elf’s mind as he nocked an arrow in his bow and searched in vain for its origin. He could tell he was not alone as those around him acted in a similar manner. Whatever this was, it was truly more powerful than they had imagined.
When Ardur gave the order to ready weapons, Lanithil and the other archers all drew their bow strings back in almost perfect unison. Though they all aimed at the city gates, he could see some were having difficulty steadying their hand. The sound from such a mass of metal striking fear to their hearts.
”Steady yourselves, brothers. Lanithil said hoping to calm his fellow archers down. “We must not waste a single arrow on panic. Do not fire until the enemy is in sight.”
Just as the words left his lips, the “champion” the voice spoke of emerged from the portcullis. As the monster let put a roar, Lanithil yelled as best he could, ”RELEASE!” A volley of arrows whizzed through the air. Some stuck in the flesh of the beast, while most simply bounced off the thick black plate.
Now joined by Valena and Percival of the Luna Falcons, Lanithil and the archers drew their shot once more. As the beast began its charge, the ranger once more shouted to his allies. ”Aim for the joints! Try to slow its advance!” the arrows continued flying at the beast this time aimed at it's knees and ankles. Even if they too were armored, they had to rely on basic tactics until a weakness could be found.