65 Chapter 65 - The Walls are Los (1/2)
”If you don't retreat now your forces will be surrounded,” Grey said, remembering this exact scenario from a book on siege warfare she had read.
The Lord Swan gave her an odd look, and an even odder one when she blocked a Faun's arrow with her book. The leather clad tome on Fae servants survived without the slightest damaged, as if it's pages were made of steel.
”We hold the walls, and the gate has been defended too,” Lord Swan pointed out, before swinging his long silver sword over her head to decapitate a Satyr dressed in assassin's black and with a pair of cursed knives in hand.
”The structural damage to the walls are severe at several points. Assuming that is planned, the enemy is working up to breaching your walls at several points. Upon which they will be able to overwhelm your defences. Also, your walls seem lost already.”
The girl was right, Lord Swan knew. He could feel it in the tempo of battle, the instant Kenji had been flung from the walls the fighting there had become desperate as lumbering siege towers unleashed entire companies of Satyr warriors.
Arrows and magic might have wiped the walls clean, but a dark cloud of crows flew in the way. The enchanted birds sacrificed themselves to shield the satyr, who in turn slaughtered the remainder of those humans still fighting.
Gritting his teeth, Lord Swan gestured to a horn to blow - and halted. The horn still blew, but Grey similarly pulled off her cloak with the same urgency that the Lord Swan raised his Silver Sword.
Beneath Grey's cloak was dozens of books tied together like plates of steel, and with her magical infusion they might as well have been.
Lord Swan meanwhile pulled down his Swan helmet, his silvery armour shining with a bright intensity soon met by his brothers.
Dancing over the walls came several powerful auras. Each were dressed like jesters, with wands in one hand and various spiked weapons the other.
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The colourful troop were covered in tinkling silver bells, their masks various painted faces. As they flew along the houses they sent little bursts of wind to snap necks or shatter archer flatforms, while not ones weapon remained clean of blood as they almost whimsically ripped apart the defenders limb by limb.
Neither did they care that Lord Swan knew that that were coming, making a grand show of their giggling destruction as they approached. One with a spiked fan send wind blades blasting even from a distance, those not parried ripping through wooden beams to send houses crashing down.
Another held a great spike tipped with feathers, and with a flutter of his hand masses of wind birds blew into the sky were they could dive like homing missiles into the ranks of soldiers surrounding the Lord. Some few struck at Grey, yet she swatted them aside with her books with the same ease one would a fly.
”None of them are Fae, and half at least are using magical weaponry to use those spells. The one on the right is a red orc, the left is a pixie while the rest I have yet to discern,” Grey said casually, as a huge jester with red skin beneath his cloth smashed a great bundle of sticks against Lord Swans sword, followed by a rush of wind. Somehow the twigs held against his blade, and the Red Orc Jester even managed to slip away while only losing one hand from the Lord's lighting fast [counter attack].