Roman Limitanei Archers

Late Roman limitanei archers stand in a long, shallow curve, bowstrings taut, their line thicker and deeper than anything the barbarians can muster. They murmur brief prayers, eyes fixed on the enemy ranks forming across the field.At the signal, a forest of arrows lifts and then falls, darkening the sky before slamming into shields, flesh and banners with ruthless precision. Gaps open, men stumble, chieftains shout to restore order as a second and third volley follow without mercy.By the time th