[OC][FB] Arrows

I stand (archers ready)
With my fingers notching back
The hunter’s soaring blade
Waiting for a command

My eyes twinkle. Across the line
A hundred hundred men stand
Ready to hunt, to kill.
But before that we must
Wait for (swish) a signal.
Together as one.

An arrow flies.
Alone, uncalled for, it flies
And is easily dodged by the oncoming army
Now aware, now alert.

(Fire!)
We let loose at once.
Together, as one.
Though they know our presence, they fall.
Horses neigh, armour clangs, dropping dead.
Apollo guides our bowstrings as we pull back again
(archers ready) to bring another volley
Like divine judgement upon the foe.

Volley after volley
raining on the valley of their skulls
And as the sun goes down
We are victorious: together.
Sums of each part, yet greater.