With a steep angle, ravens swooped down from high altitude. At about a hundred feet above the ground, they released their claws, dropping the objects they had been holding—not their eggs, but hard stones.
Even though Lancelot knew these black birds were allies, he couldn't help but shrink his neck, wondering about the accuracy of those ravens. His worries proved unnecessary. Although the nearest stones flew just three feet above his head, every single one hit outside the city walls where a mob of skeletons and zombies were gathered.
The falling stones caused devastating damage to the enemy—due to the combined effect of dive bombing and gravity, the stones gained incredible kinetic energy, each one as powerful as a Dwarf's Flying Hammer. No undead soldier remained standing in the area swept by the rocks, shattered like plates crashing to the ground.
