to the front lines of soldiers and as those soldiers are already turning and running but firing their rifles as they go and as the first arrows from the spackle bows start arcing thru the air and as the other spackle raise their white sticks and flashes come outta the ends and the men hit by the arrows in the back and in the stomach and in the face start to fall and as the men hit by the flashes from the white sticks start losing bits of their arms and their shoulders and their heads and falling to the ground dead dead dead- and as i grip angharrad 's mane hard enough to pull out hair- and she 's so terrified she do n't even complain- all i can hear is the mayor next to me- saying , `` at last , todd- '' and he turns to me and he says- `` a worthy enemy . ''