Intruders

"Intruders!" the guard on the wall screamed.

He had just seen his comrade murdered before his very eyes.

He raised his bow and shot at the caravan rider.

"Whoosh," but the caravan rider stopped it with a smile and a wave of his shield.

As he did so, the caravan rider raised his hand up, signaling to the other caravan in his fleet.

And almost immediately, they began shaking.

Men clad in armor and so many other types of troops stormed out of the caravans.

They totalled about a few thousand men.

The knights formed a straight line in front of the carriages.

The guards atop the wall were stunned by this turn of events; they thought that this was the caravan that would usually swing by so they could restock, but they clearly weren't

They came to attack the prison house.

"Quickly get the admin officers," one of the guards hurriedly said.

"No need. I'm right here." The voice of a man sounded from beside the guard.