As the ocean of steel flowed toward the walls of the city, its defenders unleashed a hail of arrows at the enemy. The mighty siege engines installed atop the bastions groaned as they were drawn, ancient runes igniting with ethereal light — then, enormous bolts were sent barreling into the advancing horde, carving bloody paths through it.
Most were aimed at the looming figures of the enemy Saints. Some hit their mark, some missed, but no projectile failed to reap a bloody harvest. That was one of the disadvantages that the Steel Horde suffered — due to the sheer number of soldiers under Azarax's command, it was almost impossible to miss when aiming at their disorganized formation.
