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;    1. In that instant, Roran decided that he would do whatever was
; necessary in order to ensure the Varden won the battle. He was not about
; to let the soldiers destroy his force with a single volley of arrows
; just because he wished to avoid the unpleasant consequences of defying
; this captain.
; 
;          "Take cover!" shouted Roran, and wrenched [his horse]
; Snowfire's head to the right, forcing the animal to swerve behind a
; house. A dozen quarrels buried themselves in the side of the building a
; second later. Turning around, Roran saw that all but one of his warriors
; had managed to duck behind nearby houses before the soldiers fired.
;    2. The man who had been too slow lay bleeding in the dirt, a pair of
; quarrels projecting from his chest. The bolts had torn through his mail
; hauberk as if it were no thicker than a sheet of tissue. Frightened by
; the smell of blood, his horse kicked up its heels and fled the village,
; leaving a plume of dust rising in its wake.
; 
;          Roran reached over and grasped the edge of a beam in the side
; of the house, holding Snowfire in place while he desperately tried to
; figure out how to proceed.
;    3. The soldiers had him and his men pinned down; they could not step
; back out into the open without being shot so full of quarrels, they
; would resemble hedgehogs. 
; 
; (p. 511.)
; 
; # Five hundred or so of Galbatorix's troops remained in the center of
; the village, most of them crouching or kneeling behind their shields
; while they struggled to reload their crossbows. Occasionally, a soldier
; would stand and loose a bolt at one of the archers on the roofs before
; dropping back behind his shield as a flight of arrows sliced through the
; air where he had just been. Throughout the corpse-strewn clearing,
; patches of arrows studded the ground, like reeds sprouting from the
; bloody soil. ...
; 
;    A quarrel buzzed toward Roran. When the bolt was less than a yard
; from his chest, it abruptly changed direction and hurtled off at an
; angle, missing him and his men. Roran flinched, but the missile was
; already past. (p.  517.)
; 
; # ... Eragon inched along the ledge to a cross-shaped window, where he
; pulled himself into a large square room lined with sheaves of quarrels
; and racks of heavy crossbows. (p. 724.)
; 
;       Paolini, Christopher (2008), Brisingr (New York: Knopf). 
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