The sound of an arrow leaving your shoulder and your bow for the enemy was one of immense satisfaction. Less satisfying was his aim - good as he was with a bow, he was missing low, while Captain Uthral seemed to be having no problem making her shots. Her draw was smooth. Her accuracy, superb. She was firing as many arrows as two - maybe three - men in the same amount of time. With one hundred archers of her quality, a cavalry line could be shredded with no problem. The orcs were a larger target - and a more sturdy one, by far. For each arrow they took the orcs only screamed louder.
At least, his screamed louder. Hers fell dead.
"They've spotted us!" Bravin barked.
Ulbarich did not know how Bravin could tell that from his vantage point on the stairs. Then he realized the tower was rumbling beneath his feet. At least one orc was on its way up the stairs of the tower. Ground was pounded beneath him. Hard steps shook the foundation of the thing - it must have been far more damaged than he'd originally imagined. Now the punishing blows were coming fast and furious on this stone construct. Now he could hear makeshift steel armor grinding against the ancient rock of the tower. Orcs were coming closer now. Braving shouted something. Ulbarich did not hear.
He fired one more arrow, and then he turned away, with fire in his eyes, to meet the threat rising in elevation behind him.