Rat Archer Lesser Yaoguais
Description
In the days when the Kingdom of Flowing Sands warred against the 
Fuban, there was a company of warriors known as the Four-Feathered Army. Skilled archers they were, one and all, armed with repeating crossbows and great shafts fletched with four feathers, capable of piercing even the strongest iron. Great was the joy of these soldiers when the weapons were placed into their hands, for they believed that with their hard-earned skills and such mighty tools of war, victory would be swiftly theirs.
As darkness fell, the soldiers gathered to discuss the strategies they would employ. A veteran said, “Shoot its eyes to blind it, and the bug won’t be able to hit us.” A young one said, “Shoot its heart to stop its breath, and the creature will perish.” A brave one said, “Shoot its legs to cripple it, and let it wait for death.” Long they debated, each seeking to sway the others, but none could be swayed. At last, they resolved to each follow their own strategy and see which would prevail on the field.
The next day, the Four-Feathered Army lined up in neat rows. At the given signal, a storm of arrows was released. Yet each archer aimed as they judged best, and not a single shaft found its mark in the same place as another.
The hide of the Fuban was so thick that the rain of arrows served only to vex the creature. In the end, the valiant soldiers were scattered and put to flight.
Alas, minds divided need not always agree, yet the strength of one alone has its limits. In unity lies true strength, and only with a single purpose can the greatest deeds be accomplished. A fellowship divided against itself cannot endure, but is ever doomed to ruin.
Poetry
An army of bows carved with loong,
The roars of shafts a frightening song.
Warring on, their archery glows,
And with tactics their glory flows.
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