Rainwater mixed with blood, flowing through the cracks in the stone road, surrounded by the rubble of destroyed buildings.
After the third impact, the harbor's breakwater collapsed.
Three colossal siege turtles lumbered over the ruins. Their heavy steps shook loose oysters and seaweed. Though many of their carapaces were mangled by Crossbow Arrows, the wounds were far from severe enough to affect their combat ability.
Along the way, they utterly destroyed the docks' piers and cranes.
Their target was the second, inner wall on the mainland.
"Hold the breach! Use your pikes! Don't let them break our formation!"
Barton's voice was hoarse. He swung a captured bone battle-axe, severing an enemy's tentacle at its base. Blue blood sprayed out, quickly diluted by the heavy rain.
Behind him, the police force formed a faltering defensive line with their bodies and shields.
In the harbor district command post, Laine watched the battle line gradually shrink.
