El joven arquero, aún con el brazo izquierdo dolorido y vendado por él mismo, vio irse al búho mensajero hacia el continente, sin estar muy seguro de si llegaría bien o si nunca llegaría su mensaje. Miró hacia abajo: no acertaba a entender realmente qué estaba pasando. Era cierto que la luz del atardecer hacía que las sombras aumentasen y, por tanto, que su vista, tan precisa por el día, no lo fuera tanto por la noche, pero, tal y como había sido ejecutado aquel ataque, no se podía decir que el estratega fuera un genio. También podía ser que no tuviesen información precisa sobre las defensas del castillo, pero aún así era muy raro todo. La caballería pesada había atacado por un trozo de muralla que era prácticamente inexpugnable, mientras que se habían concentrado los arqueros en una de las puertas, cuando desde donde estaban tirando no podían alcanzar a los defensores.
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The young archer, still with his left arm sore and bandaged by himself, watched the messenger owl leave for the continent, not being very sure if it would arrive safely or if his message would never arrive. He looked down: he couldn't really understand what was happening. It was true that the evening light made the shadows increase and, therefore, his vision, so precise during the day, was not so good at night, but, as that attack had been carried out, it could not be said that the strategist was a genius. Maybe it was that they did not have precise information about the castle's defenses, but it was still very strange. The heavy cavalry had attacked through a piece of wall that was practically impregnable, while the archers had concentrated on one of the gates, when from where they were shooting they could not reach the defenders.
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Ah hahahhaa, I wasn't thinking about that chapter. 😂😂 I was thinking about the chapter I wrote yesterday. Nah, that captain was really a womaniser, a Latin lover. Not very loyal to women but very loyal to his duty. Thank you about the imagination!
Nice story. I'm very fond of authors enamoured with stumpitude. Maybe I just can't shake short men. Pity, maybe my 6'2 dreamboat is around the corner. Do you find short men attractive, Mercedes?