Fly it did, straight and true to cut deep high into the bastard's left arm. Grym aimed his crossbow at the man's chest (aiming a little low this time, he recalled the weapon had a tendancy to fire higher than expected) and let the bolt fly. He remembered the man as a real bastard, he once had Grym flogged just for being seen drunk off duty.
He recognised one of the figures holding a halberd as one of the Masters at Arms in his old barracks when he served the Guard.
Grym swept his crossbow up and took aim at the Guarsmen's general direction. The Kislevite simply nodded and told Douglass and his two Temple Guard to carry on as planned while he, the accolytes and Sigefrid moved towards the buildings. Grym shouted to Khanvall to tell of their movements. Over half of the enemy force moved towards him, running to the building ahead. The rest of the band started towards the mott of the ruined keep. He took up postion where the building ahead didn't block his view. Grym padded off to where Khanvall told him to stay, with orders to fire at any Guardsmen coming his way. If Grym and the Kettleheads can persuade the Guards to stay away we can deal with the Halflings and any Guardsmen who get in the way." "These Guardsmen have taken up another's claim to the throne, but we know the Halflings are not friends of ours. He had not shown himself to be adept with the weapon in their last skirmish, hitting nothing but trees. As he straightened he fitted a bolt made sure to point the bow away from the rest of the band. While Sigefrid and Khanvall decided what to do Grym bent to load his crossbow with a lever. Grym managed to make out that two other bands had been spotted around the houses. The Paw halted as Witnere raced back down the hill to tell Sigefrid what he had seen. And from the point of view of my crossbowman:
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