(From Qin Shi Huang’s perspective)
The fiery balls of magic clashed against our shields, dissipating soon after.
The shields in front of me parted, and I watched as the Huns passed over the first mark on the ground. There were stones we painted with lime that littered the ground haphazardly, but in truth, they were laid out in certain intervals. Each interval was equal to the range of one of the weapons in our arsenal.
“First mark!” I shouted, and every captain repeated my order. Not a moment later, a volley of great arrows with circular tips was launched from the giant bows my daughter had invented; they were mounted on the roofs of the tallest buildings and were a sight to behold. However, it became instrumental in defending ourselves against any attack outside the city walls.