Fenric did not stop.
He adjusted his aim and released another arrow.
The second Bluewater Orc turned just in time to see the flash of gold.
The arrow struck its throat.
It gurgled once and fell backward off the tower.
"Two," Fenric whispered.
Below, the camp reacted.
Orcs shouted.
Weapons were grabbed.
One of them blew a horn, the sound low and rough.
At the center of the camp, the Sea Orc Shaman lifted his staff.
Blue light gathered around his mouth.
"He's starting a chant!" Seraphina shouted.
Fenric didn't hesitate.
He fired.
The arrow slammed into the Shaman's shoulder, forcing him to grunt and break the spell. The blue light vanished.
"Good," Seraphina said. "Keep doing that."
Three orcs rushed toward the trees.
Fenric jumped back, running sideways as he drew another arrow.
He fired while moving.
The arrow hit the first orc in the knee. It fell hard.
Fenric followed up with a second shot to the throat.
The other two orcs threw water blades.
