The young men had been holed up in the fortress for some time. Vastly outnumbered by the enemy horde, they were running low on ammunition. They knew the once the enemy had breached the main gate, they had only one chance of escape and that was over the back wall. Five of the strongest guys, led by the rusty blonde, linked arms and had the others climb over them to their escape and safety.
As soon as the evil horde saw them, they let loose the strings of their bows. The arrows pierced into their young, muscular frames. Cries and shrieks of pain echoed across the courtyard as the young men strained. A few fell from atop the wall, others while still climbing.
The five at the base had their abs and chests riddled with arrows. They slowly sank down into a heap. Their limbs entwined in their final rest.
Love the expression on the ginger's face, as he gets two arrows in his rock-hard gut! Thanks. Love it!
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