Drake looked up at the sky briefly before raising his bow. "Don't get killed. They're here."
Just as Drake finished his sentence, the doors of the castle burst open; the large wooden doors splintered as they slammed against the side of the stone castle. One fell limply to the side, still attached, but only by the torn hinge, trying desperately to hold its weight.
Out of the open doors, gargoyles poured out like water, their weapons in their hands, ready to fight. Their eyes gleamed with a murderous red light.
Immediately, Drake and Chad began to fire their bows. One after the other, the arrows hit, filling the area with light particles. They kept firing. With each arrow that found its mark, a burst of light particles formed in its place. Fire…fire…fire…. The arrows flew.
