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He had expected my forces to be poorly armed and poorly trained, so I had my archers purposefully shoot poorly and hid my shields until the last possible second. He had expected my forces to cut and run like cowards, so I had a sizeable portion of my force run away like cowards. He had expected me to fight like an unsophisticated brigand, never expecting that I would hide another force behind the curtain. One hundred screaming Clan warriors charged down the beach in a hammer’s blow. Abandoned canoes and bodies clogged the beach which forced many of the enemy warriors in the fourth wave to swim to shore, breaking up the cohesion of the landing force. The two hundred Arkadian warriors of the fourth wave were now spread out along the entire length of the beach, unable to mount an organized defense against the assault from their flank. Volleys of arrows cut down dozens, while charging berserkers swept the rest aside like chaff. 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Packed tight with warriors and already sitting low in the water, the ship sank within seconds. The archers indian shifted their fire from the beach to the transports and canoes that were trying to land, utilizing their skills and their powerful compound bows to great effect. Packed tightly together in their landing craft, the Arkadians of the fifth and final wave were massacred, little more than target practice for seasoned marksmen. A punishing volley scattered across an akatus full of elite Arkadian warriors. Less than a dozen arrows missed their mark, leaving only a handful horrified oarsmen and warriors unscathed. Another volley reduced that number even further. The only uninjured survivors, two oarsmen who had been shielded by the bodies of their comrades, took the hint and leapt overboard. Camille stared in horror as enemy warriors eviscerated the fourth wave and archers tore apart the fifth. These were men and women she’d known for years in the Falkirk Guard—had bled beside on numerous raids—and now they were dying before her very eyes. Enemy archers turned one akatus into a floating pincushion at a range that should have been impossible. The warriors and oarsmen on the vessel lay bleeding and writhing on top of one another; there wasn’t enough room on the deck for them all to fall. They enemy’s powerful superweapon boomed once more, flinging iron-tipped trees high into the air. Both struck a single galea, and the deck exploded in a shower of splinters and body parts. The ship’s hull cracked, split, and sank in mere seconds. With despair, Camille finally understood what had been nagging at her confidence all day long. When it came time to call Melanie and Audrey in New Mexico, I only told them that I'd found my family and brought them home to live with us. Good little twats don't tell tales. 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