"It's not my eyesight, it's theirs." She hissed, grabbing his arm and trying to hold him back, "If you don't trust me, at least don't go first." Sunniva's voice turned a little frantic, fingers clutching at his clothing, heels digging into the ground. Longbows. Range. Unless Krah was much higher up he'd never see the archers, poised behind a small hill, arrows drawn, waiting for the signal that let them know the bulk of the invading armor was within range. Soon.
It would be very soon.