ARROWS OF DEATH

The jihadists plunged into the burnt camp of the aliens and attacked them instantly.
"Attack those with bands, they are their physicians." The commander-general let out, and his instruction was heeded immediately by his men.
Some section of men in flowing gowns and turbans on their heads raced into the midst of the aliens and went in search of the banded aliens, while others circled any alien found and slaughtered them immediately.
Stunned and wounded from the explosion that ravaged their whole environment, the Hoorays took some time before they can form a defense formation, and before then, hundreds of Hoorays have been massacred within a short time.
"Form a defense line, and counter-attack back." The voice of Yaris boomed in the war zone, and his warriors woke from their slumbering and instantly formed a defense line, then counter-attack back.
But the overwhelming forces of the jihadists keep breaking their defensive line, and the numbers of the aliens keep decreasing.
Left with no choice, Yaris ordered for another seven thousand Hoorays, then leaped to the war front and started proving to the jihadists why he was nicknamed the Terminator.
Three Jihadists with swords raced towards the strange-looking Hooray, that looked hairier than his fellow aliens.
Yaris stepped off the first slash of a fat man, leaped up as another man slashed at his feet, dived off the third slash, then hopped and smacked his two legs on the chest of the two men in his front, curled his body backward, and punched the last man in the throat.
The three jihadists staggered, and the one punched in the throat looked faint, and soon slumped to the ground and started spitting out blood.
The other two men glare at the alien in their front, then raced to meet him.
Yaris beamed crookedly and hurried to meet his two opponents, a few steps from them, he leaped up, jerked his weapon from its hook in his back, then struck it at the fist of the fat man, and it was a perfect cut that severed the hand holding the sword.
The second man leaped off the alien's second thrust, and hopped at him, as soon as he staggered from his missed blow, then slashed his sword to chop his shoulder.
Yaris takes a step and escapes the blade in an inch. He somersaulted backward, slashed his weapon with his two hands, and cut the man into two equal parts.
"Commander Yaris, can we attack back with our banned weapon?" One Hooray hopped closer to Yaris, severe the head of the man that loomed in his front, then hopped beside his commander and he was instantly circled by hundreds of Hoorays, in a bid to protect Yaris.
"It's the humans that need protection from me and not I from them!" Yaris let out, pushed the guards off his front, then hopped closer to the jihadists section.
"General, I asked if we can use our banned weapon?" The Hooray asked again.
"Aye, so sorry, but my two ears still hurt," Yaris answered back, smirked at the Hooray, and exclaimed. "The sudden assault made on us plunged my reasoning out of my head. Of course, let's attack them with our arrows of death.
" Attack the humans with arrows of death!" The Hooray cried out to his comrades, and they quickly brought out their bows, fixed them with blazings arrows, and fired at the mobs in their front.
"Race for cover!" One among the general screamed out and peeked at the incoming arrows blazing with a kind of electric current, and instantly dived at the back of a big tree, beside him.
Most were lucky and found safety at the back of the trees. But some were caught unaware, and instantly burst into dark ashes.
"They are attacking us with a powerful weapon!" One among the Jihadists cried out, then shivered at the sight before him.
"We need to lay our hands on their weapons. "
"Yes, we don't have any chance against them, with just swords and spear. We must find a means to get their weapons."
"Yes, that is the only solution."
The voices of the three generals boomed at their commander, and he thought for a while, glanced at the incoming aliens, then announced. "I want you to divide our men into two, as we retreat, a section should turn left, followed the curve route, then turn right, and they will emerge at the burnt camp of the aliens. "
"Why did they need to go over there?" One among the general asked with a puzzled look.
"Because some of those burnt aliens have their weapons with them, they should collect them, then attack them from the rear."
"You are the wisest man alive!" The general beside him announced with mouth agape.
"The aliens will pursue us as we retreat, and their camps will be empty by the time our men arrived." The general explained further.
"They are getting closer!" One among the jihadists cried out.
"Retreat, but be careful, and always dodge at the back of trees." The commander-general let out.
And his men instantly leaped out of the safety of the tree, then raced zig-zag in a bid to save their skin.
More shots of blazing arrows plummeted after the retreating jihadists, some keeps escaping, while some were hit, and instantly turned into dark ashes.
"We are getting hit, and losing lots of our men." One among the general cried out, stepped left, and luckily escaped an arrow that whirled passed his left ear.
"We will be dividing into two in the next fifty miles, let's keep moving." Another general encouraged his men, then raced zig-zag to escape the weapons from his back.
When the Hoorays were having the upper hand, and their assaulters were almost consumed, a sudden breeze blew from the east, turned into a wind, then into a whirlwind. And a few seconds later, the gate of heaven opened, and waters fell in a torrent from the sky.
Because hopping on wet ground is difficult for the Hoorays, Yaris ordered his warriors to halt and relax until the rain is over. And the exhausted warriors laid on the wet ground, and breathed out, then leak their lips like a thirsty dog.
The rain fell for hours, then stopped abruptly as it started. But before then, the jihadists had escaped the pursuit of the aliens.
Maybe a coincidence, or the work of benevolence gods and goddesses, who pitch their tent with humans. No one can tell.