The wall had fallen and fighting had begun in the streets. A massive smile could be seen on his face. His hand tightened around the base of the greataxe. He could see two men attacking one of the guards near a foodstand. His charge was said to shake the ground as he flew forward crashing into the men easily beating them in close combat. The guard sighed of relief. He got to live another day. Or so he thought right up until the moment the giant grabbed his shoulder and started dragging him towards the collapsed wall. The remnants of the wall were nothing more than rubble. Like a scene out of a bedtime story his mother used to tell him as a child the giant had saved forty or fifty men while dragging him along. Now they stood in the opening looking down at the enemy troops. The giant spoke in a language he didn't quite recognize. His words powerful. Full of meaning even with a language barrier. Everyone around him started to regain the stamina they had lost. They shrugged off their fatitude and charged towards their end.
Men bowed in respect as Knight approached the western wall. What he had seen from the courtyard of the ruling party was that left were doing well. Too well. The enemy had managed to trick their opponents into thinking that they were beaten back and were now going to regroup at the eastern opening. Knight had seen this tactic before however. Not from bandits or the tribes of Ragrire, but from the Empire. It seemed they were infact dealing with imperials.
~ Ready the men. He said to who he assumed was in charged. The man looked at him dumbfounded. They had just won a major skirmish and now this knight in shining armor arrived and told them to get ready. If the west could hold then the rest would hold aswell since they held the weakest point. Knight stood up on the battlements and started chanting in a low voice. Arrows started hitting the walls beside him. The men threw themselves to cover while screaming at him to get down. A minute passed and not a single arrow hit Knight where he stood. He smiled as he heard the battledrum. A portion of the wall to his left dissapered as it was hit by a stone flying through the air. He stared down second stone coming straight towards him. Blue mist started falling tighter and tighter around the man. The stone came closer and closer before it hit a invisible force that slowly started to shine bright yellow. It covered him from head to toe. And the rock fell down on some poor souls that had just approached with a ladder. Luck was not on their side. Yelling could be heard as the men found the portable siege equipment that was unloading the rocks upon them. His eyes followed where their hands pointed. Small enough to not be noticed in a large group and easy enough to set up incase one needed to fling rocks at their enemy. He couldn't help but feel impressed by the ingenuity of the imperials. He sprung towards the nearest ladder and started gliding down it. People were being pushed off at breakneck speed. The enemy did not expect anyone to actually go down one of their ladders, they stood in shock as he cut them down and quickly moved towards the catapult. His magical bubble still holding as he ran through men swinging at him with their weapons. As he arrived at his target he quickly dispatched the men controlling it. His magic would hold for a bit longer aslong as he didn't get attacked to much. It was common magical practice in his country to learn to make a small shield infront of one self. Every man and woman in the army learned to merge their magic together to create a space that covered entire walls or cities. A personal achivement of his was to create one around oneself. So far he was the only one he knew that could do such a thing. He made sure to render the equipment useless before he sprinted back and took the nearest ladder. Only after holding the battlements for another twenty minutes would he collapse of blood loss.
The most central wall or "middle" as it was called were the easiest to control. It was the hardest to breach thanks to it being the one furthest back. Here the commanding officer would delegate troops to the other two points of defense. Rogue did not much care to lead an army. There were people more suited for such things. And the old veteran that were in control at the moment did a outstanding job with the troops he had. They had talked briefly and he'd been promised the men required to help hold the right. War is a chaotic ordeal and that is very prominent in a town under siege. It took far to long to gather the men he had requested. His mood was rather sour as they marched towards the eastern wall. There was no sign of defenders anywhere as they arrived. The wall itself laid in shambles, however no enemies arrived to greet them, now nor on the way here. They stepped outside of the wall to get a better understanding of what had happened here. Before them were roughly ten men trying to drag a giant out from under the debris of the wall. Infront of them now was a sea of fallen. The men and women of Eastwall had done more than held off the enemy. They had beaten them back, their banners so far away that only a catapult would be able to reach.