"Damn it! Do those reckless dragons and phoenixes even realize we're in the midst of a battlefield?"
An elf barked, retreating swiftly as he narrowly evaded a savage claw strike. His arrow flew true, piercing the demon's forehead with deadly precision.
"Hmph. It matters little. Elves, assemble at once. We will not be humiliated in this display"
Another elf commanded sharply.
At her call, the entire contingent seemed to dissolve into the swirling smoke and haze, vanishing from the battlefield without a trace.
They reappeared perched upon the branches of scattered trees, bows drawn taut with ten arrows each.
The bowstrings strained to their limits before the arrows were loosed in unison. Mid-flight, the shafts multiplied, then descended upon the battlefield like a storm.
Each arrow found its mark with unerring precision, striking the temples or glabella of the demons' skulls. Every projectile pierced dead center, showcasing impeccable accuracy.
