KABOOM!
SPSHH!
KABOOM!
SPSHH!
The cannons continued to fly through the air as the Solan ship got closer and closer. The archers remained in their spots, trying their best to hit their targets.
However, the wind that accompanied the ocean and a rocking ship were not part of their training. They didn't have much know how on how to work with it.
Many of their arrows flew at different angles, the wind and the trajectory of the ship knocking the paths to their targets off course.
"Keep firing! One or two must be hitting!" Vos continued to command.
"Archers! Cease fire! Do not waste your arrows!" Tryde shouted.
Vos turned to him with a scowl.
"What do you think you're doing interrupting my orders?"
Tryde looked him up and down.
"Who made you the General? Besides it's futile. Our men have no idea what they're doing, shooting from a ship. They aren't mounted archers. It's a waste of our ammo. We'll need that for the real enemy!"
