The northern palisade shuddered under the catastrophic impact of a subterranean siege engine, splintering thick timber posts into kindling.
Through the churning dust of the breach, the duplicate vessel stood resolute, bracing a plain ash spear with both hands.
Beside the construct, Loccy swung her war hammer with relentless fury, crushing the chitinous skulls of invading crawlers.
"Hold the center brace, colleague!" the vanguard bellowed over the deafening din of war, driving her buckler into a charging carapace.
"We anchor this line until the civilian wagons clear the secondary gate!"
The duplicate thrust the ash spear forward with textbook martial discipline, impaling two screeching crawlers through their brittle eye sockets.
It twisted the shaft with precise economy of motion, kicking a third beast backward into the muddy ditch before resetting its guard.
