The army hasn't even had time to set up another ambush or regroup. They havn't even managed to take care of the wounded or to recover the dead - or what remained of them. Within minutes some men screamed warnings just before dozens of large bolders hit the army, thrown from behind the woods. A constant rain of rocks was tearing the army appart, scattering them and burying lots beneath. Then the screams of at least a dozen Women sent chills down the spines of the survivors. The voices even louder than the impacts of the stones. The constant rumble of the earth and the sounds from the falling stones mixed with the warcrys of the giantess' hid their very loud approach through the woods and before the men knew what happened five women, clothed in leather around their shins, feet and vulnurable bodyparts where running across the clearing. They had on thick sandals also made from leather. directly behind them where three other women carrying bags. They stopped behind the woods and threw handfulls of smaller stones at the terrified men. The low angle let them bounce over the earth, tearing off limbs and making the army fall.
Raenok looked in shocked disbelieve at the upcoming slaughter. His Voice went unheard but almost every single one of his soldiers had the same thought: Retreat. The ones still able to run did so on horses or on foot. Most even dropped their weapon to gain speed just to get into the vast safety behind the high walls of the town. Raenok and his horse where one of the first to enter the village and immediatly he climbed the stairs of the gate to overview the battlefield.
The Archers on the walls had problems to aim as the rocks hitting the wall shook the entire structure and leaving big bruises but the wall stood firmly. "For how long", he thought. Helplessly he watched the armored Giantess' running over the first men lying on the ground, crushing their injured bodies into the ground and splattering their fragile bodies. Their goal was to reach the retreating men and there was nothing he could do but watch.
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