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As Aravir rode at the head of his company, he made jokes and small talk with his men. The scorching heat was unbearable and the heavy equipment of the conquistadores meant that marching was increadibly slow and tiring. His men were holding the far right flank and had miraculously been unscathed in the days of fighting. However, as Aravir rode, he heard a shrill cry. One of his men was hit by a crude arrow.

In an instant, hundreds of darts soared towards Aravir's company.

"Return fire!" he yelled. His soldiers unleashed a deadly volley of precise musketry before withdrawing towards the main force.