[i]From the ramparts of the looming city, Eddie would be one of the many that would see archers lining the walls, drawing back their bowstrings and aimed them high, as the Trayvens would attempt to shield themselves from the onslaught of arrows would fly throughout their ranks, arrowheads ripping through bodies and bouncing off of phalanx shields upon the front lines. Eddie would be far enough to where he would remain safe against the wave of arrows and bolts - even as the woman next to him was struck in the cranium, the bolt tearing through the back of her head as she fell down, limp.[/i] [i]The Trayven vanguard and accompanying assault had taken to suddenly forming an arrowhead-like structure, pushing through the sea of conflicting soldiers of purple and gold. Eddie, meanwhile, drew closer and closer to combat..[/i]