Prophecies of Dunbar: The Last Saints
"Okay, men. We are going to do this slowly. Start shooting with bows, and then we'll storm the castle."
All thirty of your men aim for the two who are standing in front of the palace.
"Aim...fire!"
Fifteen arrows land in each of the two men, but one of them just manages to sound the alarm before he collapses. Before you know it, eighteen guards are fighting your men, and they have no chance.
Having relatively light armor, your men are dropping like flies. Within minutes your force is gone, as are you.
All thirty of your men aim for the two who are standing in front of the palace.
"Aim...fire!"
Fifteen arrows land in each of the two men, but one of them just manages to sound the alarm before he collapses. Before you know it, eighteen guards are fighting your men, and they have no chance.
Having relatively light armor, your men are dropping like flies. Within minutes your force is gone, as are you.
