Two and eight armies panic and bow together.
Wyburn, visible over the sky, became visually visible about the size of a dove. I can tell from this distance that it's not a bat. Because I can see a long neck.
And it's getting closer and closer.
"Everybody! Don't shoot me right when I'm in the bow range! We're all gonna fire arrows in unison! Wait for the signal! Barista will give you instructions, so wait while you can fire!
Patrick screams out loud.
The leading Wyburn is right there. Approximately 100 meters away.
I still can't reach it with bows and arrows. Even if it arrives, it has no power to pierce it.
"Distance 50... 40... Bow and arrow!
To that voice, about a thousand arrows shrug the air and jump.
Arrows stabbing at the body of the leading Wyburn or breaking the skin membrane of the wings.
There is a hole in the left and right wings, and Wyburn, who can no longer fly well, falls to the ground.
When you make sure you clash to the ground with a freshly zuddled sound,
"Wayne!"
And Patrick screams.
"Understood!"
and running out Wayne sideways,
"Barista! Fire for the next nearby Wyburn! Soldiers, get a second shot!
A huge arrow was fired from the barista at the same time as that voice, and with the sound of Zub, pierced Wyburn's torso, which was close to the second.
third one shortly afterwards.
"Bow and arrow! Let go!
When Patrick screams, the timing falls apart a little, but he manages to hit Wyburn with an arrow.
Wyburn, who hit him, must not crash, but desperately wings and tries to escape high above, but fails to rise well.
"Barista, do you still have the arrows?
"There are two more!
"Let go of the other one to that handy Wyburn!
"Copy that!
"Bow and arrow ready! They're still coming!
A second shot is fired from the barista while I'm saying that, and this also hits the torso, and Wyburn falls as I twirl around.
In Patrick's eyes, two more Wyburns were visible.
Wayne was trying to get close by avoiding the wings that would swerve with the bass as he rushed to Wyburn, which would be about 3 meters long and 7 meters wide when he spread his wings, crashing and storming. Avoid slashing with a spear. Avoid again.
While I'm doing that, I manage to slash off one wing.
Blood is gushing out of the base of the slashed right wing. With that scratch, I pierced the spear.
He pulled out his spear like a twister, gagged into his loud mouth, and stabbed him many times like a spear.
Wyburn ran out to stop Wyburn's breath root, which had fallen through the second, torso, with a barista, as he threw up blood and collapsed and stopped moving.