The first volley of arrows and javelins rained down mercilessly upon Ormund's army. The soldiers barely had time to react before the sky above them darkened with deadly projectiles.
They make kebab of the enemy, as ith a sharp hiss, arrows and javelins plunged into the unprepared ranks.
The men shouted in agony as the missiles found their marks, sinking into exposed flesh, armor, and the flanks of terrified horses, which had no armor, their riders too poor to afford it.
Some of the infantry attempted to raise their shields, but their movements were sluggish and panicked. These were levied men, hastily recruited and not even given basic training. Their shields, while offering protection on one side, left the other side vulnerable to the deadly rain of arrows from both flanks.
Each one protected only himself, and for that there was always to be a hole that the enemy archers and skirmisher could find.
