Hundreds of arrows whistled through the air, arcing high as if they were trying to pierce the veil of black clouds, before succumbing to the whims of gravity and arcing downwards. They fell like the torrential rain that had descended days ago, only much more deadly.
"SHIELDS UP!"
Throughout the army, the Treants - The towering tree people - clapped their hands together and held them high above their heads, putting it easily over 10 metres high and well above the heads of even the tallest members of the approaching army.
The knotted wood making up their hands rapidly expanded like the roots of a tree, moving with one singular purpose. They wove around each other, snaking back and forth, as they knitted themselves into tight shield that covered the Treant and those below them.
