Bandits jumped down from the trees. A bandit got his neck pierced by Siderius' arrow in mid-air and fell to his death.
Another bandit got hit in the rib. Blood gushed out like a fountain. A few more that barely landed on the ground were bombarded with arrows. Some got hit in their arms, some got hit in their legs.
There was only one archer, Siderius. But he shot his bow like a mini platoon. He held ten arrows in his draw hand and fired them without stopping. When the bandit understood what was going on, a few of them already bit the dust.
"Hide behind the trees!" A bandit shouted. They moved behind the trees as cover, hidden away from Siderius' arrows.
He pulled out another ten arrows. He raised his eyebrow slightly when they started to take cover.
"You really think simple trees can stop me?"
