Satire
Not An Anime Casual
Sir Rene Of Peacekeeping
Hidden in the low grasses of the field, Sir Rene awaited his enemy's arrival. He held his warbow and had five arrows in his left hand in preparation of the long battle that would soon happen, but just when he was about to let his guard down due to boredom, he saw somebody run his way. They were clad in leather armor, not of the finest quality meaning he had to be a mercenary of some sort, and they held in their hands a longsword with a crest on its cross-guard, probably one of the allied forces. What the hell are they doing, he thought. Were they running from something or what? A bloody coward if he is.
"The battle's this way gorgeous!"
Sir Rene shouted, but moments after his words registered in the soldiers brain, the delinquent started to charge at him.
"If you're trying to kill me you're going the wrong way!"
He promptly let loose an arrow into his head, turns out he was a bandit. Now that that dilemma was over, what would he do for the next few hours or so? Well, one thing's for sure, he could definitely play with the dead body of the bandit, or he could chop off its head and add it to his personal collection. Or he could use it as bait for the beast that was to come, or just store his arrows in it. He heard that if you stored your projectiles in a dead body and fire it at your enemy, no matter where it hit them they will always die of infection.