With a practiced hand, Lyle picked through the arrows of his quiver and nocked them to his bowstring which he pulled back.  With a practiced eyes - he had long since become adept at shooting with both eyes open, giving him a wider field of vision -, he sighted a target amongst the hoard of bandits before launching an arrow.  Really, such precise aiming was unnecessary as no matter where Lyle shot amongst the broad line of charging bandits he would no doubt hit something.  Nonetheless, when Lyle shot his first arrow, it smacked dead center within the chest of a bandit, dropping him amongst his comrades who either tripped or managed to stampede over his corpse.<br/><br/>By the time his first kill had fallen flat on his back, Lyle already had a second arrow in hand and he repeated the movement of nocking it, pulling back the string, aiming and firing.  With the bandits having been crossing a field where nothing awaited them but traps, Lyle had no problem about firing arrow after arrow in rapid succession.  Next to him, whenever Aure fired her crossbow and loaded a new bolt, Lyle had already shot two arrows and was loosing a third.  It was not due to any part of her being slow but, rather, just how the crossbow was made.  That and compare that to her apparent inexperience with the crossbow and Lyle just had a faster, smoother time when it came to firing his longbow.<br/><br/>But when the bandits finally met the gathered villagers in close quarters, even Lyle had to be more careful with his shots.  This time, upon getting an arrow ready, Lyle scanned the battlefield with both his eyes and the head of his arrow.  Upon finding a break or a bandit hovering over a knocked over defender or something like that, that provided him a clear shot to immediately take advantage of the situation and drive an arrow into an unlucky bandit.<br/><br/><span style="color: Magenta">“Crap!  Shem, they are coming up to the roof!”</span><br/><br/>"Shem?" It was only the fact that Lyle knew what the word meant that caused the archer to pause and look over his shoulder at Aura.  Following where she was looking, he soon saw the bandits...and the long, long ladders that they carried between them. "Oooooh, that's not good!"<br/><br/>Immediately Lyle spun around, his arrows now focused on these latest threats.  Fortunately for him, these targets were focused on the archers and their position on the rooftops.  Well...really that sounded bad rather then good but the good part was that they were thus ignoring the main battle, more focused on going around it.  Which left them more or less in the open for Lyle to start firing in rapid succession as he had done previously, his arrows finding the hearts, throats, and even heads of the ladder carriers.<br/><br/>When a ladder propped up against the roof next to him, Lyle immediately ran over, his longbow coming down so that when he reached the edge his readied arrow was pointing right into the face of a bandit that was beginning his ascent.  Without hesitation, Lyle let go of the arrow.  The projectile went right into the bandit's left eye and even Lyle had to wince at the grisly sight.  Nonetheless, once the bandit dropped from the ladder, the archer kicked the ladder, toppling it over.<br/><br/>"You know I do have a name!" Lyle shouted to the elf who had her weapons at the ready to cleave anyone who sought to ascend her ladder.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>