From the wall, Riku had a good view of what was happening. He'd been put in Corin's fleet, where his brother could keep an eye on him. Barty was beside him at all times like a patient shadowed, keeping watch over him while Corin had to move around the other men with them.
There was a full quiver of arrows on his back, their tales tipped with white and brown bird feathers. Spare quivers lay in an organized heap nearby.
Corin gave the order to draw their arrows as the Galbadian army moved closer. Riku's hands were shaking as he complied. It felt surreal, being on the wall. He was fighting, but away from the direct violence. It was harder for the Galbadian arrows to reach the heights of the wall, though certainly some did.
"You must AIM, Riku," Corin shouted at him. "Don't fire blindly! Pick a target."