From behind one of the cover points he set up earlier, Feign shoots vollies of bolts at the guards, These aren't nearly as effective or accurate as the poison tipped, tengu made bolts he was firing up to this point.  It was taking several shots to drop each guard, but it was inneffeciency he could accept under the circumstances.<br/><br/>Volly after volly of rapidly firing arrows, Feign's breathing grows heavier.  The muscles in his arm are beginning to cry out to his brain His fingertips are beginning to numb as the archer's callouses wear away and begin to bleed on the crossbow's string.<br/><br/>The guard bodies may be piling up, but it's clear that if more waves of them come, he won't be able to keep them back for long.