WHOOOOM— The mournful call of a curved horn roused the entire Crow Tribe army.
Squad after squad of Crow Hunters, clad in black with heavy, dark circles painted around their eyes, rushed toward the camp's wooden palisade wall.
"Hold the line! Use the Crossbow Mechanisms! We can't let them get in!"
Grey Feather shouted from within the Crow Tribe's camp.
Swarms of Crow Hunters rushed to the wall of stone and wood, drew their Longbows, and fired into the wilds.
The few Crossbow Mechanisms mounted on the wall swiveled rapidly, loosing thick Crossbow Arrows into the wilderness.
In the wilderness, a figure cloaked in a black robe and wearing a mask walked slowly forward, silhouetted by the rising sun.
Beside him were several huge, square metal boxes of unknown purpose.
A javelin's maximum range was forty to fifty meters, a Hunting Bow's was between one hundred fifty and two hundred meters, and the Crow Tribe's Crossbow Mechanisms could reach over three hundred meters.
