(There's nothing sentient save your minions.)<br/><br/>The citizenry have since retired to bed with few exceptions who make their presence in the distance quite obvious to keep from getting shot; anything moving around right now does not belong there.  The shapes begin to multiply and move deeper into the meager potato crop.  Whatever they are, they're fast.  The troops give the creatures some time to come deeper before launching the first volley of arrows into the field.<br/><br/>At least some of the arrows strike true and some of the creatures cry out.  Not a doglike howl or any noise a cat or rat would make, but rather a loud, shrill shriek as the forms not struck turn and run.