They panicked, their formation fracturing almost instantly after Grakk's body burned down to charred remains.
Arrows were loosed in uneven volleys, some goblins abandoning rhythm entirely and firing as fast as their fingers could manage. Others hurled spears downward with reckless force, hoping sheer volume might accomplish what precision had not.
But it was all useless.
The projectiles struck the invisible spatial threshold surrounding me and fell away harmlessly, clattering against stone and dirt in a widening circle at my feet.
I didn't even bother moving this time.
I simply stood there, watching.
When it became obvious that conventional arrows would not work, several goblins rushed toward the mounted siege contraptions along the wall.
Ballista.
I had noticed them earlier.
Now they were being used.
