As you pear of into the distance through the heavy rain you can barely make out the shape of an outer wall and a few towers behind it. You mutter to yourself "why won't that old fool for a king just accept a peaceful solution." "Oh well, orders are orders," you say to yourself as you and your troops march on through the wet grass. But just then you look up just to see a giant arrow sailing through the air towards you. You have just enough time to jump away before the giant arrow embeds itself into the ground where you were just standing. When you get up the large bolt is still quivering. There was no going back now.