Lara nocked an arrow and released it without. It crashed into the incoming arrow causing it to veer.
"Hold steady!" shouted Logan, nocking an arrow of his own. He and Nicolas returned fire in quick succession, their shafts whistling true, dropping raiders on the rooftops below.
The balloon descended toward the town square. From here, the devastation was unmistakable: civilians herded together, driven by whips and blades. Pirate banners snapped in the rising smoke, their sigils painted in black and white. And there, at the center, stood a tall, broad-shouldered man with a raven-feathered cloak whipping in the wind. His voice rang above the chaos, commanding and cruel.
"Blackhawk," Lara hissed, her eyes narrowing.
The balloon touched down hard on the outskirts of the square, its ropes thrashing. Alaric drew his sword in one fluid motion, the steel singing.
"Let's go slay the the enemies."
