Siege on the City of Heroes - East, Part 1(EVENT)

[Plot Device]

The battle will take part in four topics around the city, North, South, East, and West. You can be in one topic at a time, if you leave one to go to the other it must be adjacent to the one you're in(You can't go from North to South, East to West, and vice-versa) and you must declare which one you're moving from. Whatever topic you're in counts towards for your limit. Make sure to read the combat changes if you haven't.

[Valcrist]

Valcrist's feet dangled over the edge as he pressed his hand flat against the rooftop behind him, leaning back as he watched the sky above. He took in a deep breath through the nose, and let it out through the mouth. He wasn't wearing his smock today, but rather his battle outfit. It was similar to his normal everyday outfit because it was the exact same thing. A long blue overcoat with a long orange muffler, it gently waving in the breeze behind him. He could smell the sea air being brought it on the wind, the wind was blowing in from the west today. They said the pirates were supposed to be coming from this direction, so Valcrist was perched high above. Beside him was a bow, and slung across his back was a quiver filled with arrows. He wasn't a crack shot, but the fact he even knew the basics of archery made him of use in this position. It didn't bother him any, he prefered it to being in the thick of things.

On his hands were a pair of thick leather gloves and under his coat was a suit of light leather armor. It was sort of uncomfortable, he was so used to never wearing armor, but this was a battle of dire dangers. It barely impeded him and could be the difference between life and death, so he put up with it. He wasn't the weak child he used to be, where wearing this would slow him down and make him unable to even fight. He ventured a guess that he could go even heavier, but decided against it. It was his speed that made him... him. Anything that could interfere with that is simply not a sacrifice he was willing to take, so he made a compromise. Something to keep him a little bit safer, but wasn't enough to slow him down. He just wasn't used to how it felt, it would come to him in time though.

Still the wait before the battle was excruciating. Everyone was so tense, so nervous. They weren't confident in their defenses, there simply wasn't enough time to build everything that was needed. Luckily because of the iron shipment Valcrist and the others were able to build the gates, so it was unlikely they were going to be able to bust them down with any speed, as long as these guys kept them sealed. He was confident in his metalwork, those gates were gonna hold. A few people looked at Valcrist, some curious, some concerned, and some appalled. How could he be so carefree he thought he heard, which was funny because 'carefree' wasn't really a word he attributed with himself. It must have looked that way as he relaxed before the big fight. He had made all his preparations already, and made peace with whatever gods would have him.

Wordlessly he drew his feet in, picking up his bow and standing atop the roof in a single smooth movement. He fetched an arrow and notched it loosely in the bow, ready to pull back and fire when the time came. It was coming, after all, he could feel it. After you've been in as many fights as Valcrist, you could just feel it, the calm before the storm. The silence, eerie as it was, before it becomes pure undiluted chaos.

[Oya]

"Finally we are here", spoke Oya as he looked over the deck of the ship. The city of Heroes was in sight.

"About time", spoke Farkus.

"Thanks to word getting out about Hargus those little babies thought they were tough", spoke Troy as he walked behind his two brothers. "Though I have to admit they did take out a good portion of our numbers."

"Doesn't matter", spoke Nay as she walked up behind her three boys. The woman placed her hands on two of their heads as she walked back to the very front of the ship. "The point is we are here and it is now time to run wild! Drop the anchors", shouted Nya as her fleet came to a stop. "Oya rally the men before we disembark", spoke Nya.

Oya looked at his mother with a bit of surprised. This was something she normally did and Oya knew for a fact that she loved doing it. Well you have to pass the torch over eventually Oya guessed though he thought Farkus or Troy would be more fitting. Oya walked over to where the rest of the men were and drew his twin axes from his side.

"Can you taste it", shouted Oya as he walked amongst the men. "I do not speak of the ale that was on you lips or the salt in the air. I speak of the battle yet to come and the blood of the sacans that will soon wet your blade. steel yourselves this will be the hardest battle you will ever have fought in. Fight bravely and your name shall be remembers. Fright timidly and your corpse shall be eaten. Fight like Raiders and you will become Legend", shouted Oya! The pirates let out a loud roar as the pirate spoke. "Alright men follow me", shouted Oya as he ran toward the tip of the ship. The pirate jumped clean off and landed in the salt water on the beach. The pirate was soon followed by his eager comrades. One by one they jumped from the ship and landed in the water and began to march from the beach to the city.

"I hope you are ready Kenshin", spoke Oya. "Because we are coming for your head."

[Willow]

"I do not speak of the ale that was on you lips or the salt in the air. I speak of the battle yet to come and the blood of the sacans that will soon wet your blade. steel yourselves this will be the hardest battle you will ever have fought in. Fight bravely and your name shall be remembers. Fright timidly and your corpse shall be eaten. Fight like Raiders and you will become Legend!"

"Hehehe," Willow chuckled as she led Storm down a gangplank to the shore. "Well, it's been an interesting trip, Nya," the Valkyrie said absently, mounting Storm and twirling her Rescue staff. "Also, thank you for stopping over in that underground port town; I never would have found such a useful stave in a normal market. This will be of great help to us."

Willow nodded respectfully to the pirate leader, waiting for any response. If she dismissed Willow, she'd ride up to be with Oya. However, she didn't want to be rude -- Nya had been kind and taken Willow in like a daughter.

[Lily]

The time for the fight was drawing near. So near that it was sickening. Especially to someone who'd never experienced conflict on this level before. Especially to Lily.

The young Pegasus Knight sat against the interior of the walls, her brown hair hanging slightly over her face, obscuring her expression. It was better that way. She didn't want the rest of the men and women here today to see her like this. This lack of bravery, lack of valor. She should've been selfless. Ready to rise to the challenge, to do her part or to die trying. But when the time came to think of it seriously... Terrifying was an understatement. Those blue eyes which usually held such life and energy were now focused on the grass she sat on, as she continued belittling herself for not being the soldier she though she should have been.

Serenity, her Pegasus, sensed her thoughts and approached her at a slow walk. Lily was completely unresponsive, until her most trusted friend brought her head down and nudged her forehead with her nose. Lily looked up, surprised, before being relieved at the sight and bringing a hand to her companion's face, cupping her cheek. She forced a smile.

"Not very becoming of me, is it girl?" she asked the horse idly, not actually expecting an answer, "I shouldn't be this way. But I can't-"

Serenity nudged Lily again, interrupting her. She made a noise, what one could consider the closest sound a horse could make to represent frustration. Even if she was the only one who recognized it, Lily understood the sentiment.

"Yeah... Now's not the time for this. You're right," she said, getting back on her feet and lightly dusting herself off before taking her lance in hand once more, "I'll have time to be afraid later. Right now people are counting on me. And I guess I can't have you thinking poorly of me."

She smiled an actual smile at her last statement, which seemed to please her Pegasus. Lily gave her one last pat, before walking past her. She was right next to the stairs, which she quickly ascended, making sure she put on her best face for all the soldiers manning the walls. The last thing they needed was a drop in morale. She examined the opposition... Heavy. She remembered her training. She picked out the bulk forces, the shock troops, the large groupings. She picked out who she thought would be the isolated targets, the easiest to hit and run. She noted every bow she saw. It would be suicide if she flew alone against any decent number of archers; She'd be the first target. But once they were tied up... She'd pick off whatever assets she could, one at a time. Or at least keep them so tied up that they wouldn't be effective. All she could wish was that she was flying with a full wing.

She hopped down the steps energetically, swinging into a full ninety degree turn at the bottom and jogging to Serenity. She then proceeded to hop in the saddle, giving the Pegasus an encouraging pat on the neck and walking her into an area where she'd be safe from volleyed arrows, but open enough to take off from.

Timing was everything here. If she screwed up even the slightest detail, she was as good as dead. But she had her duties to uphold. She had to find strength in that. It was all she could do until the fighting erupted.

[Valcrist]

There were shapes in the distance, so this was their foe? Bandits, marauders, pirates, all sort or no good men of violence who sell their loyalty for a quick buck? There weren't a lot of things that disgusted Valcrist, for the most part he was a mostly laid-back kind of guy, with the occasional depressive and self-pitying episode mind you, but this... Well it was revolting. It wasn't so much the fact these people exist, that's a given. There's more bandits then people at this point really, but it was that there were so many of them. For every person they raised in defense, they raised one in attack. There were as many people willing to protect this town as there were people willing to ransack, destroy, and pillage an innocent village. It was... He didn't have words, he could understand a few people having a vendetta against Kenshin. That was obvious, he wasn't the most likable guy at times, but that wasn't the case with most of these bandits. They weren't 'remnants of the bandit king's army' they were thugs, sellswords, and whores.

These weren't people who deserved mercy, no, no. They deserved justice. As Valcrist pulled back on the string of his bow, growing taut and readying to fire the arrow notched within he smirked. They deserved justice and Valcrist would do his damndest to show it to them. He let go of the string, the arrow flying through the air. The twang of the bowstring filling his ears, and signalling the rest of the archers to begin. They all drew their bows and notched their arrows and took fire at the mass quickly approaching. They fired high into the sky, like a blanket of wood and steel, and the arrows came down upon the bandits. Valcrist's arrow was first, and it embedded itself into the arm of some axe wielding man, him dropping his arm and axe with it. He still wasn't the greatest with bows just yet, but he knew how to aim and he knew how to fire, he just needed to work everything else out in the meantime.

He quickly drew another arrow and with startling speed notched it and fired once more, the arrow flying through the air and striking the same man in the thigh. The other archers were firing down upon the bandits as they approached as well, this was the best time for them to fire recklessly while their own soldier have yet to meet them on the field. A third and final arrow came from the blacksmith, striking the man in the chest and likely through the lung. That was bound to slay the man, even if not instant, so he turned his sight on another, intent of killing as many bandits as possible.

[Oya]

"Don't worry about it Willow", spoke Nya. "A mother is suppose to spoil her daughter", spoke the woman as she gave Willow a wink. Despite the challenges of the trip Nya was in a good mood. Part of the reason being it was a good day and another part that she just watched her son become a man. Still though she knew Oya was far to impatient for his own good. "Willow watch after Oya for me", spoke Nya. "That boy sometimes is far too reckless and this war is far to big for him." As Nya finished talking with her daughter in law she turned to Oya's brothers Farkus and Troy. "Begin unloading the siege weaponry", spoke the piratess as her suns rushed with their men to pull out the supplies.

As Oya led his troops toward the city he and his men soon came upon fire. The first arrows hit his wing man Franko. The bugger caught him in the arm. The second hit Jimmy and the last struck Carlos in the chest. It seems their advance had been spotted and the enemy was not going to make their march easy.

"Get us some shields in the front", shouted Oya. As the boy spoke an arrow cut through the air and hit him in his right shoulder. The blow caused Oya to fall to the ground. "Worthless maggots", spoke Oya as he pulled the arrow out his shoulder. The wound on his arm began to bleed. The pirate stood back up as the arrow's of the defenders flew around him. He reached onto his back and pulled out a brilliant axe that radiated with light. On the axe were the words Holy and the name of Faresh.

"May the light consume you", shouted Oya as a blast of pure light flew from his weapon and rushed toward the city wall. A bright aura radiated from the wall where Oya had struck and one of the defending archers corps could be seen falling to the ground.

While Oya fought to move the troops forward his brothers began to unload the their seige equipment and place it upon the beach. They new they were going to need it in the other regions of the city and were beginning to make plans to move it.

[Aegis Hawk]

Those on the eastern front of the city had began to speak on the streets beneath Valcrist. A group of heavily armored mercenaries, swords, lances, and axes alike in their hands as they followed their unofficial leader. Most of these men, noticeably, were from western Lycia, the man they were following none other than Aegis. The Nabatan warrior was sporting a strange collar to his armor that rose to around the middle of his face. His orange hair was on view for all, his eyes easily able to see despite the neck-guard. While he wore no helmet, it was more due to the fact he fought better able to see than anything else. Despite his hate for it, a helm was strung to the back of his waist, clearly designed onto to cover the top of his head.

"Lest you plan to aid me, step aside!"

The numbers of his mercenary detachment were only a small portion of the defenders, a hundred of the two-to-three hundred Lycians with him, but it was obvious what he planned to do. Looking toward the roof, he spotted the man who had previously led the blacksmiths in their work. It brought a smirk to his face as he whistled far loud enough to be discerned over the twang of bows above.

"Tell me, do you think the enemy army close enough to engage? We can't afford the walls to fall! They've surely passed the pitfalls, but if we lose the wall to close-range troops so soon it will cripple the effort!"

It wasn't the best feeling to recommend leaving the walls, but the news he had got from all flanks was that the siege equipment wasn't even deployed yet. The longer they were able to stall and even devastate the bandits in the field the better. The bigger issue was also that, if the troops closed in, they could start unleashing havoc before the defenders knew it. It was the very same reason that Aegis had gathered a small portion of the more armored, sturdier troops. Saceans were all good and well in the open, but they'd only be useful for the initial burst of the fight. With the mercenaries in the field, it meant the more accurate Saceans and archers could keep firing and hopefully aid the flow of combat even in the brawl.

[Valcrist]

"You, yeah you, use both eyes." Valcrist whistled caught the attention of an archer who wasn't arching the archest he could. In layman's terms, for those unsophisticated in the language of archinese, he wasn't hitting his mark and kept missing. He was aiming with one eye shut, which is a problem a lot of new archers do. If you try to focus on both your bow and the target in the distance with both eyes open, sometimes you get that thing where there's two of everything and as a result some people close one eye since it stops that problem. The issue with that though is people have two eyes for a reason, and not using both gives you a 'flawed' view on what you're really seeing. Also things look kinda funky and it gets real hard to tell how far away or close things are.

"Uh, bu-" He began, but now wasn't a time for an archery lesson that would mostly be regurgitating things that Wein told him before.

"Just trust me, focus on the target not on your hands." He explained quickly, demonstrating with his own arrow arching into the distance and landing in some guy's leather armor, the force of the arrow piercing the hide and digging itself into his flesh. It was barely an injury, but Valcrist didn't let it impede rhythm. "Also watch out for light magic, some person's blasting it. If you see anything really bright, just drop to the ground." Valcrist said as he drew another arrow and shot it, not taking too much time for aiming. He was going for softer targets instead of the heavily armored, they required less effort to injure from a distance. Right now was all about thinning things out, and if some people were going to be running into battle barechested, well they shouldn't be surprised when they get shot in the pecs by an arrow. The arrow speared from his bow into the distance, piercing a perfect example of stupid barechested pirate. It was a shot in the arm but that was better than nothing. "It's tempting to aim for their heads, but try to go for the chest. Much bigger target and you can use the time you'd otherwise spend aiming on firing another arrow." He tried to explain his own personal thoughts about the subject, then again he was a novice. If Wein was here he'd probably be able to hit them square in the face even at this distance.

The man he was speaking to looked nervous but nodded and drew an arrow, Valcrist was gonna watch him to see how he did and hoping he didn't screw the guy's aim up, but was distracted by someone down below. It was that Aegis fellow, hard to forget a guy with hair that color, but what was confusing him was the fact he seemed to be asking for advice from the archers. Which was a little strange, maybe there was somebody important up- wait why was he looking at Valcrist? Is he talking to him? What? WHAT?! WHY?

"Me? Why are you asking me?" Valcrist said, not upset but genuinely baffled. He didn't know anything about large scale defensive combat. He knew about open field full on combat and about scouting and a bit about terrorist attacks, all prior experience you see, but not so much about defensive strategy. Well there was that time with the pirates, but they were a bunch of losers and he basically destroyed all of them and got super drunk later. This was completely different, there were... thousands of people here. Thousands of lives, the poor Nabatan boy simply wasn't designed to handle such a pressure. He was many things, a swordsman, a blacksmith, an artist, occasional drunk, but tactician was not a feather in his cap. The most he knew was from books he read when he was a kid, and even then they weren't exactly 'strategy lexicons' and more 'famous battles and famous heroes abridged' because he was really into that sort of thing when he was younger.

The smith took a deep breath, calming his self. "What I think..." He began, what did he think. "I think you should. When it comes right down to it, the Palisade is just a wooden fence and not a sturdy wall. We don't have walkways to fire down upon, if someone was lucky enough to make it to the fence they could easily climb a ladder or set it ablaze. We archers couldn't stop them, after a certain point near the town they enter a particularly nasty blind spot. If you want us to be the most effective, you need to make sure there's as few people in that blindspot as possible. This isn't a fort, and our defenses need defending. What we have will keep people from rushing in, but not for long."

Then came the bad part. "Don't be mistaken though, it's probably suicide." They can be well armored as they want, unless they were all planning on rushing out, Aegis' squad was grossly outnumbered. It only looked like about two and a half hundred men and women, while the bandits had easily over six hundred men out there. Maybe even more, to the east was likely where the ships docked. If they had siege weapons, they'd be over there, and trying to thin the numbers out as much as possible before the siege weapons were deployed seemed like a good idea. Aegis should probably try hit and run tactics, to thin out the forces and try to put on a strong defense. If they just all try to hide in the walls... they'll just come tumbling down. This battle was about protecting the town, all the people inside have already fled. Once the walls come down the town will be ripe for the pillaging and destroying. "This palisade is our best defense and once it's done it's done. We need to prevent that from happening as long as possible. At least that's just one smith's humble opinion. It's your call Aegis. You're the ones putting your lives on the line." Valcrist spoke his piece, as ill guided or wise as it was, he wasn't sure which. To be honest he wasn't really familiar in the whole 'leading' thing. He was more of a follower than a leader.

He took in a breath and drew another arrow, pulling the bowstring taut as he readied it to fly. "If you do go, I'll do my best to aid you." Was what he finished with, letting the arrow go as it flew through the air. He shot high, the wind was blowing against them today, as it arced throughout the sky and pierced a familiar man right in the skull. "Be safe." He spoke as the pirate crumpled to the ground, two arrows in his body. One in the arm, and one right through the head. One more down.

[Willow]

"Oya!"

Willow raised her heal staff from the rear of the company. Seated on Storm, she moved up to her husband, aimed the staff, and released the light into his shoulder, sealing the wound. "Stay safe," she said, smiling grimly. It was a strange feeling, but she felt safer and stronger around Oya. If they stayed near each other, she felt much more confident and able.

Moving over to the side of the company, she saw another man who had been felled by three arrows.

"Okay, hold still." Concentrating, the Valkyrie sent her healing magic into the man, first to the lung area, then the arm, then the thigh. "Whew." Willow was tired out from the exertion; as such, she felt it unwise to heal the other man, who'd been shot in the head. She would feel better in a moment, she just had to catch her breath. No use overexerting herself yet. "You took quite the shots, Pincushion," she joked. "Stay back for now. Let the magic really set in before you do more crazy fighting. I don't want to be constantly patching you up, you hear?"

[Oya]

"They are laying down some great arrow fire", spoke Oya. As the pirate spoke a few of his comrades rushed up from behind them. In their hands were light weight tower shields. The shield was made completely of wood and covered with a hide of thick leather. It was no where near as heavy or protective as a knights shield, but the walls of wood were effective at stopping arrows at this distant. "Finally we have some cover", spoke Oya. As the pirate finished speaking he heard a familiar voice.

"Oya", spoke Willow as she came up from behind. As bright smile crossed Oya's face as he laid eyes on her. Though he did not like the idea of her being on the front line he could not complain since he was up here himself.

The maiden immediately began to heal his arm. "Thanks love", spoke Oya. This was the good part about having a wife who knew how to heal. As Willow finished working on him she immediately began to heal another man. Oya began to feel a bit jealous, but he let that emotion burn out. It was not the time for his emotions to get in the way of what they needed done. "Hey get more wooden shields up here", shotued oya as more men charged forward with the shields. Oya was starting to make a wall as more and more men marched forward and began to lay their shields side by side.

Near the Beach

"Farkus and Troy", spoke Nya to her two sons. She and her men had split the siege weaponry into four even groups. Farkus I want you to take supplies to the south and Troy I want you to lead the seige weapons to the north. Leave most of the supplies in the hands of both sides, but same some for the west. Once you supplied the two seperate sides I want you all to take the remaining equipment to the west meet up and head back here."

"Yes captain", spoke the burly Pirates.

"Oh one more thing", spoke Nya before she let her boys go off. Take the far root around the walls. I know it will take longer for you to get to the other sections, but I don't want the enemy to have a chance to destroy the supplies. Those weapons need to reach their designation. Do you understand", spoke Nya as she gave her boys a serious look.

"Understood mother", spoke Farkus as he placed on a leather helmet.

"Don't worry mom we will get them to them", spoke Troy as he strapped on a hand axe to his side.

"That is my boys", spoke Nya as she gave them both a hug. "Don't you get yourselves killed out there, or I won't forgive you." The two boys immediately began to move toward the North and South portions of the city.

"Alright you louts", shouted Nya as she took control of her remaining men. Roll these bad boys up to the eastern wall. I want you all to stop the catapults just outside of where Oya is holding ground", spoke Nya.

"Yes Captain", shouted the men as they began to push the Eastern siege machines forward.

[Dietrich Landrik]

The vanguard was already at the front taking casualties when Landrik and his two shipmates were making their way to the front after dealing with their ship duties. They were originally providing security for one of the vessels when the captain requested their transfer to the front. It was their time, and they had to be there for the push. It was a rough bout of sailing up towards the City of Heroes and the sailor was already getting second thoughts. They'd lost so many ships along the way and the quality of men aboard wasn't what he was expecting. They ranged from battle-inept fanatics to greedy cowards. There were a few guys here and there, but overall he just had a really bad feeling in his gut. 'Are we the baddies?' he wondered, step after step towards the front.

He felt no loyalty to his employers. Their lack of military experience was appalling and he was sure if there were a proper military force at the city then they'd be slaughtered in the droves with no chance of capturing the town for a good raid. However, what he had seen being unloaded from the ships didn't guarantee a raid. They planned on taking the city by force. While Landrik was having second thoughts about this, Berg was absolutely having the worst time. The stout man had his bow in hand ready for anything, but Landrik was sure he'd be the first to tell some bandit to rudely go away if ordered into the breach. The blonde swordsman felt the same way, really. What mattered was their survival. It was best to play this safe if they could and live to fight another day. If this whole siege thing worked out they'd have to still play along in order to get their cut and move along.

There were a few perks being with this rag-tag army of sorts. While the three already had helmets and Fuchs had a full compliment of armor, Landrik was given a shield with a mixture of leather and iron armor while Berg was given some nice frontal armor not really good for mobility, but he could probably deflect an arrow shot from a distance. They really were outfitted for a proper siege even if they didn't look the part. Looking around there was a big mixture all around. Guys loaded down with armor and guys who didn't even have a shirt on. So these were the reserves. Looking around, Landrik halted for a bit and brought in his buddies. "Alright, whatever happens we stick together. We've been through a lot together and I'd like it if we can all make it through to the other side in one piece. I know y'all can take care of yourselves, I just worry about y'all." the blonde man said with a bit of hesitation in his voice. He wasn't sure he should've brought it up, but this could be the last time they got a moment of peace between the three of them. This could be a final farewell. "I trust each of you with my life. I know we'll do well, but let's just take it piece by piece. A city doesn't fall in one day." he said with a smile.

Fuchs chimed in as usual with a cheeky comment, "Unless it was built by you, swabbie." he joked monotonously. He himself was more wary that some raider would do something stupid and get him killed than Landrik or Berg failing to do something. Really, he didn't even want to be near these guys. Why couldn't they be digging under the wall and get there in two weeks? At least that way he didn't have to worry about archers.

Berg wasn't getting too much into conversation. He was trying to be ready for everything that was going on or could be going on. He was very much the watchful type. He noticed up ahead Oya and Willow from earlier. How he remembered their names right now, he wasn't sure. They surely had unique ones. "Hey guys, I think that's who we need to talk to. If y'all could protect us all with your shields, we shouldn't have any issues at the front lines."

The two raised their shields and jogged over to Oya who was organizing the men. Fuchs joked, "As if we could fit your fat arse behind the two of us." just before they reached Oya, not giving him a chance to retort. Landrik ignored Fuchs' jipes and reported, holding his shield high. "Hey there. The Captain sent us forward. Where are we needed?" he asked briefly, not wanting to stand around with incoming arrows flying about.

[Oya]

"Oh it is you guys", spoke Oya as he looked at the trio. "I was wondering where you all disappeared too. I have not seen you all since we left the port. For a moment there I though you all might have been on the ships that got taken out before we arrived."

"Oya", shouted a pirate as he came up from behind. Oya turned and saw him coming up from behind. Not far behind Oya could see three catapults rolling in his direction along with a few rams and ladders. "Oya", spoke the pirate as he arrived. "The Captain asked for you to hold this position", spoke the pirate.

"So we can use the catapults from here right", spoke Oya.

"umm, yes that right", spoke the man.

"Very well", spoke Oya as he moved back away from the front he drew a line in the dirt before he started to yell to the men pushing the catapults. "Hey stop the catapults right here", shouted Oya as he pointed toward his line. "This should be just out the rang of there archers. "Once you have it set begin firing at the wall. I want you to take down the archers so our boy's can march up to the wall without any threat", spoke Oya.

"Yes sir", shouted the men pushing the catapults.

On the left and right flank of the eastern side both Farkus and Troy began to push toward the Northern and Southern tip of the city. Playing it save they both swung wide around the edge of the city sending out riders to run ahead as scouts and using heavys to surround the equipment. Forming a ring around them were squads of lighter more maneuverable units like pirates, myrmidons, and soldiers.

[Willow]

"Ah, good. Well, as Oya said, we're preparing our assault from range. Maybe you guys could help defend our lines? We'll need to soften them up before going for the strike. Any assistance you can give to the --"

Willow paused, raising her arm, and swiping downward with a feral glare in her eyes. A sword-wielding defender had been racing towards the group across the way, and had gotten fairly close. But no further. Beams of light shot down from the sky, and smaller points of light erupted from his body as the holy wrath consumed him, leaving the poor fellow with lacerations and punctures all over his body. The fool kept running for a few meters before finally realizing that he was done for, collapsing in a heap, his sword tinkling on the ground like a lost puppy calling for its master.

"Anyway, sorry, help defend our siege engines. If you need healing, just call me, and I'll patch you up in an eyeblink. And if you're ever really in danger... Shout 'Faresh.' I'll rescue you with my staff. It's quite the fun affair, but make sure you don't reject my call, otherwise you'll probably stay and die."

Willow smiled cheerily before smiting down another bandit. However, this one managed to dodge her strike, and continued on before she finally felled him, allowing the holy power flowing through her veins to ravage the defenders.

"Bah. These frontrunners are weak. We cannot get cocky. Hold your positions, and let's bring this wall down!"

[Oya]

"Finally we are ready to counter attack", spoke Oya as he recevied word that the siege weapons had made it to the other side of the battlefield. Soon his brothers would be returning to the eastern side and Oya wanted to show them what he was capable of. His mother had asked him to hold off his attacks till their mission was successful, in order to lower the focus on the siege weapons they were transporting. With their delivery done Oya was free now to assault the enemy as he pleased. As Oya ordered the catapults stopped just outside the range of the enemies arrows and magic. This meant they would have both maximum range and force the enemy to come outside of the wall if they hopped to stop him. Oya had moved all his archers into a single line and had them aim their bows at the gate. If the enemy made a move toward the catapults Oya would hit them with a volley of arrows.

Oya gave the signal and the pirates prepared to lunch the catapults. The pirates rushed up to the siege weapons and placed jars of oils into the catapult. In preparation to fire the bandits stood next to the jar with torches.

"Set", spoke Oya as the pirates set the dry leather seals on the oil jars on fire. Oya paused to enjoy the moment. He was going to remember this for as long as he lived. Either it be a long prosperious life, or a short bloody death on this very battlefield Oya would never forget this moment. He burned the image into his heart. "Alright lose", shouted Oya as he waved his hand. Upon his command the pirates pulled the lever letting the catapult do its job and lunch the jar's of oil and fire toward the wall. As they smashed against the wall the jars shattered and balls of fire erupted as a result.

"Send in the light infantry", spoke Oya as he waved his hand. The lighter armed pirates charged the field aiming for the wall. Oya, despite wanting to be in the charge, stayed back to direct the catapults and give order to their archers when to give support.