Makeshift catapults launched millstone-sized boulders that howled through the air toward the city walls. But upon impact, they burst in a halo of earthy yellow light before powerlessly crumbling and tumbling away, leaving only faint white marks on the crimson rock.
Several siege towers and a dozen or so scaling ladders, pushed by soldiers, slowly approached the walls.
From atop the walls, arrows rained down, a dense black cloud that hammered against the tower shield defensive line with a staccato of sharp thuds.
From time to time, a soldier would be struck by an arrow and fall with a short, sharp scream, only to be immediately trampled underfoot by his comrades behind him.
The tallest siege tower finally, arduously, docked against the wall, its top drawbridge slamming down.
"For glory!"
A Knight squad leader roared, the first to charge out.
However, what greeted him was not the blades of the enemy, but a cauldron of molten iron.
