Like when the battle had first been joined, Lyle's instructions were pretty simple: load, aim, fire, and kill.  And like before, his aim with a longbow was exceptional as his arrows would sink into the chests or throats of the rampaging bandits.  Always on target, and always lethal.  Knowing that you were fighting for your survival was a good motivator to make sure that you don't miss.<br/><br/>It still sucked either way.<br/><br/>Despite Lyle's concentration having been focused on making sure that his arrows flew straight and true, he wasn't deaf to the sudden threat and the orders that now rang out amidst the battle.  His head tilting to one side at the words that were shouted, the archer actually dared to pause further so that he could concentrate on trying to hear what was going on.  When he was able to make them out, his eyes widened and he immediately looked to the center of the town.<br/><br/><i>Now they decide to burn everything down?</i><br/><br/>Lyle kicked himself for jinxing it as he had thought about why the bandits hadn't tried to burn down the place beforehand only ten minutes ago.  It was that - as well as the fact that being in the middle of a burning down village was not an ideal situation for him -, that finally drew the archer's attention fully from the battle.  Torches, torches....yes!  There they were, in the middle of town exactly where he had seen them last time.  And he winced to himself.  They were out in the open, free for anyone to walk up and take if they managed to get around the melee that was currently going on.<br/><br/>"You four!" Not even caring who he selected, Lyle just pointed to a vague section of some of the town's archers that had set up next to him.  Four would have to do; Lyle didn't want to take too many of the rest of the archers and leave the rest of their makeshift army lacking in support. "Come with me!"<br/><br/>Considering that they had formed up behind the lines of Greenvale's defenders, Lyle and his selected troops had a much easier time with getting around the battling armies to get to where he desired.  Constantly glancing towards the torches, hoping to the Maker that he still had time before the bandits decided to make a push towards them, Lyle motioned to the surrounding buildings for his gathered men. "Split into pairs!  Put two on the building to the east, the other two on one more to the west!  Try to set up a crossfire and kill whoever even twitches in the same direction as the torches!"<br/><br/>Lyle had no military experience whatsoever but the instructions that he gave made sense to him.  Establish good firing positions and some form of a perimeter where anything that came forward died.  Though he still doubted the aim of Greenvale's conscripts, Lyle hoped that they would at least serve as<i>distractions</i>while he took care of the problem more directly.<br/><br/>"When did you decide to act all nobly?" Lyle muttered angrily to himself as he took off on foot towards the torches themselves.  Again, the aim of his chosen companions were something he worried about and though he prided himself with his own talents, Lyle knew he wouldn't be able to kill the bandits fast enough if too many came in too fast for the torches.  It was best to deal with this problem directly and, like their aim, the archer seriously doubted that he could've counted on the already flimsy courage of the militia to do the task for him.  He just hoped that he was able to move faster then any bandits that might-<br/><br/>"Ah, fuck!" Lyle shouted, for the first time actually unable to help but curse loudly, completely losing his composure when he saw the bandits approaching.  It was here that Lyle stopped and took a moment to raise his bow, an arrow having been previously nocked which he now fired at the lead bandit.<br/><br/>There was no way the other archers had gotten in position in time so he was trying his best to slow the bandits down until they could.  But whether they got into position or not, it was the torches that Lyle had to get to above all else and, if needed, he was going to have to drop his bow in favor of his knife in crossbow pistol for when he had to get<i>really</i>close.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>