A few arrows fell on the Walkers, but only one got struck, shattering on the spot. There was scarcely enough dragonglass for three arrowheads per archer, and many marksmen had already spent theirs. Anyone who attempted to get close to the White Walkers or the Night King got ruthlessly slain with a single swing of their crystalline blades. The archers only attracted the attention of the Walkers, who headed their way. The Northerners were brave but could scarcely put up a fight anymore and were already tired from running all the way here. They couldn't form a proper line and were surrounded on every side. Even before their torches were extinguished, the battle was lost.