As they fell. The whistle of arrows flew among the drops. Piercing through the falling water with flaming steel tips in a flight upwards before a final decent downward. The whistle stopped for but one instant. Then as they pointed down and fell, the whistle of the shafts and the slight flap of the feathers at the back ends of the shafts began again.

But of this knight he knew his profession. Warriors who could summon the power of divine mana. To either heal, or cast out wicked powers. This knight. Was a Paladin.

Yet again this knight heard the shouting of another rushing Legionnaire. But he looked to the soldier. He then took the Ramian sword and threw it at the Legionnaire. The blade landed right into the Ramians head. Flesh and skull torn and broken, the brain within turned to a runny mesh within the Legionaries head. With a blank expression, and a death rattle, the Legionnaire collapsed to the ground and gave no sign of life. He was no more. Yet a lively blue fire seemed to burst from his eyes and mouth. And when it extinguished. The eyes and mouth became blackened voids.