Chapter 198: Things Take a Turn (1/2)
”That's another win for me.” Sera commented. Her training with the bow had given her excellent aim and fine motor skills. Despite Tal's naturally high Agility, the Oracle ended up winning most of their competitions.
”Congratulations.” Tal replied with as much warmth as she could muster. The game had turned out to be a decent distraction. Something to take both of their minds off the current situation, and the rapidly declining morale that started suffusing the HQ.
”Send a message to Filia in section three. Tell them they need to hold out until we redirect one of the militia units to reinforce them.” Kiera, the 1st Division commander spoke calmly despite what could be seen as an approaching calamity.
A group of Tenundian soldiers had managed to gain a foothold on one section of the city wall, and a veritable flood of them were slowly pushing the defenders back. Pretty soon they would be threatening one of the city's gates, which could spell disaster if it fell.
One might be inclined to blame this kind of failure on a lack of solid leadership, however, the truth was more bizarre. A phenomenally luck shot from a cannon on the opposite end of the Tenundian lines had somehow managed to skip along the battlements, killing and wounding nearly an entire company's worth of defenders.
If it wasn't for a particularly talented student, who practiced the Steel Wall style of shield fighting, the casualties would have been worse. He'd been able to defend the bulk of the soldiers on his section of the wall by deflecting the cannonball at the last second. Although he was now in a critical state due to his injuries, his efforts had spared many other lives.
Unfortunately, the resulting opening was quickly exploited by the assaulting force, and three ladders had been placed before the defenders had a chance to prevent them. Now a brutal melee was being fought along the top of the wall, one which could very well decide the fate of the city.
[Is it really alright for us to be sitting here like this?] Tal thought to herself. For whatever reason, Kiera was not directly sending her reserves to fill the gap. In fact, she seemed to be doing little besides reinforcing the gate with an extra company of infantry drawn from the local militia. It was almost like she was waiting for something.
Despite trusting that the commander knew what she was doing, Tal felt conflicted. Defending the headquarters was important, but a part of her thought she could have done more good if she were in the thick of the fighting, especially with Mike's gift, the mana filled bracer.
It was hard to watch the ongoing battle without taking part in it. Judging from Sera's forced cheerfulness, she could tell that the Oracle was feeling something similar.
”Ma'am! They're starting! Just like you anticipated. We're getting reports from all over town of teleported infiltrators.” One of the adjutants called from the stairs. The commander reacted with gusto to the words.
”Excellent! They're moving just as planned. Give the command to the 7th, 12th, and 16th. They are to execute the Plan A. Bring the cavalry in and conduct a sweep to the north and then northeast along the wall. I want every gate under direct attack to be the focus, but make sure every exit is covered.” She immediately started issuing commands, coming alive in a manner that would have been strange to imagine mere minutes ago.
Aides and lieutenants scrambled to issue the sudden flurry of orders while Kiera took a moment to survey the battlefield with a sudden look of concern. ”Wait. Give me those reports.” She spoke, sounding almost angry.
After examining a few documents, she hissed a curse under her breath, before turning to the last few unoccupied aides. ”Send a message to Operations. Tell them that I recommend we activate one quarter of the Royal Guard for defense of our VIPs. The Tenundians aren't targeting our military sites.”
Sera walked up and stood beside Tal, before speaking in a quiet voice that only the two of them could here. ”That's because they are aiming for us.”
Tal glanced over at the girl, seeing a look of determination on her face. The elf gave her friend a playful nudge with one elbow. ”Make regret.”
Indeed, she was going to make sure that any enemy coming their way truly regretted their actions.
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[This is going…poorly.] Gareth thought as he watched the ongoing struggle between the Tier 3 mercenaries and the Dragonknight. Their slug fest had destroyed much of this section of the battlefield, and they still hadn't inflicted a single injury on the masked mage. If things continued as they were, it wouldn't be long before that dragon finished taking care of the rest of the siege engines.
[Ah...I know this was all part of the plan, but I was hoping to finish things here.] He thought while trying to find a good vantage point to watch the current confrontation between the Dragonknight and the muscular woman.
[What was her name again? Lori?]
She had broken herself out of a pocket of cooling lava, looking no worse for the wear despite sitting in a virtual oven for several minutes. Immediately afterwards, she threw herself at the Dragonknight in a berserk rush, swinging her massive metal club in a way that crushed the ground when it hit, and created visible shockwaves of air.
Despite that intense and furious stream of attacks, her opponent had been casually dodging. Could he be possibly waiting for her to tire?
[Is he not worried about being swarmed by reinforcements? Could he already know what we are planning?]
”I'm not getting paid enough for this.” Gareth grumbled to himself, as he moved positions a third time, narrowly avoiding a shockwave created by the large woman's most recent attack. It seemed like she was doing a good enough job of occupying the enemy. Now if he could just find a good opening…
A flash of purple light interrupted his thoughts, and after seeing the signal flare arising from the main encampment, he started making plans for a withdrawal.