The arrows laced with paralytic poison kept raining for a while down at the clearing.
W H I I I I I S H--!
The constant whistling sound of the sharp projectiles cutting through the night air created a terrifying melody over the village. The shafts were being fired from the top of the eastern hill, tracking every single attempt the hunters made to secure cover under the wooden eaves of their buildings.
"AVOID THEM ALL!"
The wolf-kins had no choice but to avoid all of them; but because of the sheer number of the arrows—a lot of them were still hit.
PHUCK!
"GURGH?!!"
They would dodge incoming arrows, but the place they would dodge to was still rained down by arrows.
It was a perfectly calculated trap that left no safe zones in the open field. Every single point of evasion had already been anticipated by the gnolls who were launching the continuous barrage from above.
And because of these—PSSHK!
