Arrows and spears rained against it, for the most part futilely.

Arrows rained from the advancing foe, as the Queen's archers stepped from their concealment behind the horsemen and aimed their shafts over their vanguard.

Arrows and rocks still rained on upraised shields; a springald bolt tore a path through their ranks.

Arrows rained like hail, leaping from the horny scales of dragons as the griffins and their archers flew in close to each of the remaining five, never aiming for the dragon riders or even the heart or belly of the beasts.

Arrows rained about them.

Arrows and stones rained on them from the towers and they staggered back, but came on again.