"Demons! Demon attack!" The frightened cry reverberated through the cold morning air as the driver of one of the lead wagons sprinted toward Sir Carwyn in the rear, hoping against hope that the knight would be able to save him before a demon arrow claimed his life.
"They're coming out of the ground!" Another voice shouted, the words nearly lost beneath the whistle of arrows cutting through air and the wet thud of iron points finding flesh.
"Holy Lord of Light, save us there are—urghg!" The shouted prayer cut off suddenly, dissolving into a wet, choking gurgle that seemed to hang in the sudden stillness before more screams erupted further up the column.
