Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150828011841/@comment-25038310-20151003200557

Archo's pupils under his helmet noticed the arrow hitting the or, and then fall down on the ground. It was coming from somewhere behind the army.

He continued blocking the way. There was little he could do himself. Closing the door without barricading it again would't stop the elves and he was grossly outnumbered, even if his skill in battle exceeded theirs.

He wasn't very charismatic or convincing himself either. The only thing he could rely on was his cold demeanor and terrifying presence to buy some time.