The battle was starting, wether each side liked it or not. The farms which was stretching out across the good half of the valley had all been set ablaze, large pillars of smoke covered most of ones vision but it was easy to see the newly acquired slaves be escorted out from the valley out onto the terrifying wastelands, devoid of the safety offered by the mountains by their soon to be masters. It was an additional insult to the defenders, showing just how little the Legion cared about their pitiful defence by sparing soldiers to escort the prime subjects found in the farms away. Most of the initial captives had been moved out of the valley, but behind the main host prisoner trains could still be spotted slowly being removed.
Khogrin still stod upon the middle portion of the first wall, observing their enemies, as well as the newly acquired allies, being the small squadron of knights protecting the gate. The Legion had finished their initial pillage, and now formed up to begin the main attack. The entire host was consisted only of fiery demons, beings from worlds other than our own, beings which only live for the bloodshed.
The unruly horde was slowly forming up just outside of the range of any archer, filling up the entire valley where they stod almost mockingly eyeing the wall. Forming the very front of the army stod a line of massive Demon Linebreakers, two and a half meter tall demons who's purpose was honestly rather obvious, to break the line >
Behind them stod a variety of different low tier savage and cloven demons, all hungrily licking their lips with twin-tailed tongues, their cruel weaponry was clearly designed not for skillful combat, but rather to spill as much blod and cause as much pain as a weapon could do, devious spike protruding from every angle
Yet what undeniable made up the bulk of the army was the mass of winged demons circling above them, winged vampiric creatures which had developed a terrible taste for blood,
Vargheists. The Vargheists alone held about as many creatures as the demons below, and a single Vargheist was by far a more terrifying opponent than a demon.
By now the desperate defenders had gained at the very least some time to organize themselves, a mass of footmen rushing down the second wall and attempting their best to push through the fleeing civilizian across the courtyard which separated the two walls. The archers were the fastest ones to react, Dwarven Gunners and Crossbowmen mixed into Human Longbowmen and Elven Quickdraws, backed up by only a few hundred spearmen atop the first wall. They all took aim at the flying horrors but were quickly stunned by an ear piercing roar, one which came from a Dwarf
"NO!" Almost synchronized the archers sheepishly turned to the stunty commander.
"Y'all will only have the lot of them descend on us, we need to use this time we're being given" The tension in the air was high, all there seemed to be was the Dwarf's stern voice, firing an arrow would be like personally challenging the folkhero, and noone had the heart to do that.
Rather abruptly he swung his head to the right, raising a fuzzy eyebrow to Mercy which had approached him, although that was rather hard to spot with the solid iron mask
"I can't say the same for you lad! But aye, there's plenty a head to crack down there." He turned back just for a second attempting to gaze through the thick smoke but to no avail, he addressed the man much shorter, but still he did.
"Farmers like ya-self should fall back to those wimps pretending to be leaders, gotta keep that lass safe!" He jerked his head back towards the second wall with his first words, yet his tone turned surprisingly warm by the end of it.
Yet this wasn't the time for that! He spun around to observe the soldiers still barely having managed to elbow their way through half the courtyard, most warriors being stopped by weeping women or comforting children desperatly screaming about their loved ones. Addressing everyone again, as his voice could even reach down to the Knights underneath the twenty five meter tall wall
"As for our battle plan! Time to line u-" Ironvoice was suddenly interrupted as the demonic lins abruptly shifted, the many creatures hissing as they dove to each side of the valley, creating an alleyway through the middle of the army.
Only a second passed before the sudden loud stomping of huge hooves could be heard, with a roar a Zamorak Siegebeast thundered inbetween the lines towards the Fortress, certainly the creature which had been brought along to knock down the gate, now without a gate to target it instead madly charged towards them, towards Adelin and her Knights. The beast clearly had no intention to stop when reaching the knights, content to instead trample them on it's way inside the courtyard,
and the civilians, as the beast charged, so did the Demons, although not nearly as fast as the massive Siegebeast they would soon be upon them too.
An incredibly crude dwarvish swear slipped out from Ironvoice as he suddenly got a spring to his step, his powerful voice again easily overpowering the alarms which had erupted
"Bloody-o! There's no use shooting the beast, the bloodsuckers! Shoot down the winged hellspawn! Spearmen, qui-" The dwarf was yet again cut off, this time by a giant ball of flame hitting his portion of the wall, a shot having been fired by the Siegebeast, a bomb made out of pure hellfire which had struck true right atop the middle portion of the wall, exploding right by Khogrin, Mercy Gabrielle, Wendelin, Gabriel and Ash, and with a sudden flash of fire sending Khogrin, the people hit and a few Archers careening off the wall to fall the height from the top of the wall down to the courtyard behind them.
The battle was finally starting