Boiling water, Maltha, rocks… Anything and everything that could be used was being thrown down, under the furious assault, countless dirt-blooded soldiers were being scalded to death, burnt alive, or having their skulls cracked open, but whenever one fell, another two would pushed forward to take their place, in was unending, and even if they were moving at a snail's pace, the enemies were getting closer to their objective.
The battering ram was set ablaze, but even it seemed to refuse to go down, like a stubborn beast defending its territory, it just wouldn't break, it wouldn't go down.
