They roar and stomp their flags. My breath quickens. I grip the arrow. Soon... soon... I hear their breaths. I feel their furry. I can see thousands of them. They stomp their flags on the ground as if a warning. 

"Hold! Hold!" Aragorn yells. 

An old man fires accidentally. He shoots straight in the head. Well... for an old man he shot quite well. But it was too soon. They were not attacking. The surrounding Uruk-hai let out a series of roars and growls.

"Hold your fire!" Aragorn yells. 

"Not anymore we can't." Theoden King says.

The Uruk-Hai charge. 

"So, it begins." Theoden King says. 

"Naur!!" Aragorn yells.

(Fire!!)

We shoot. I watch as a line of Uruk-hai wall. We need to keep this up because if we don't... then we'll be overrun. We need to cut as many branches off as possible from the tree. They will come like a storm, and they'll keep coming. Our only hope is to kill them as they approach the wall. 

"Give them a volley!" Theoden King yells.

Another wave of arrows rains down. I suck in a breath as I fire another one.