Your accuracy stays as perfect as if you were standing still, leading to the amusing mental image of the powerful and wealthy warlord hopping in place, intermittently shooting arrows while the rest of the soldiers look on.
Can't see over the heads of your men to shoot the enemy? Want to fire an arrow over a hill without exposing yourself for too long? Ready a shot, jump, and release. 
Watch as they put their bows away and ineffectually swipe at each other in a vague approximation of a fist fight, until someone else spawns and clots the both of them over the head with a proper melee weapon.
In the arenas, two archers often spawn right next to each other. Curse of the undead king." "What can I say?. I hope no dark god heard that one." "Mystical place. There will be nothing left from you to resurrect." "Damn you! Damn you!. I will cut you to a thousand pieces and burn each one of them down. I am going to reign again!" "Not this time undead king. Yes, some necromancer somewhere sometime will resurrect me again. Not again." "Stop complaining for once and die will you!" "This is not over! I will come back. So pack your worm infested bones, I am going to send you back to your darkness." "Argh. I will cleanse this world of your treason even if I have to cut down every living man woman and child." "King Harlaus! Look at me! You are not a god, you are just some stubborn undead king and truth be told, I am fed up with you. You can not kill a god you stupid mortal! I have returned to cast my holy anger on you and your kind. I swore loyality to another lord." "You've gone completely nuts haven't you?" "But you have failed. You wretched demon! You disloyal dog! You dare to murder your king! I am your lord! Your master!" "You are wrong undead king. You are that traitor who killed me in my sleep.
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