[Holodeck]
Howls turned to moans in the injured. Morns turned to resolve in the living. The howls increased in intensity and duration.
Without the assistance of the roman archers, they would soon be overrun. That brought the Deltan a slight big of comfort. But still she regretted her choice of weapon.
Perhaps she should have chosen a gun. A machine gun, would have been better. But it was to late to change now.
So she found her next, nearest, target and let an arrow fly. Then in her periphery she saw movement. "On your right" she warned Eydis.