"If a man does not strike first, he will be first struck." Livia spoke these words almost under her breath, and in a language that sounded a great deal like English. Her breath was carried by the crisp wind as puffy clouds of moisture.
"The swords collide
With power and force
As mighty men
Show no remorse"
Livia withdrew her looking glass once more, and brought it up to her right eye, closing her left, and staring down at the motte and bailey ring fort before her, brilliant orange flames erupting up over the battlements. Her trebuchets for the most part struck their targets true. The orange flames reflected a deep burning hatred in her eyes. But she maintained her focus, despite being deep in thought. She noted the locations of the opposing trebuchets scattered throughout the settlement before them. No siege would be worth anything if they could fire back.
"Defensiones eorum destruunt." Livia said, without removing the looking glass from her eyes, and without any hesitation or remorse.
"Ac deinde frumenta et stabula." She moved slightly, sweeping her field of view across the burning city before her. "Metus dolor mors ac formidonis." She muttered to herself, and then she lowered the looking glass, bringing her gaze back to the siege engineers that were working the Trebuchets. They were working to make their adjustments, taking advantage of the superior construction, and range of their siege engines. The Trebuchets themselves used synthetic ropes, and high tension cords with laminated woods making them far more durable than their medieval counterparts. The counterweight was prefabricated out of a dense material the Taiyou called "Artificial mass" which increased the weight of the counterweight. Livia took a moment to marvle at the design, and the engineering that went into the trebuchets she was using to dispense misery upon the denizens, and the inhabitants of Iskjerne Bay.
Livia's legion lay poised in the highlands surrounding the decrepit Iskjerne Bay, they had been ordered to stay behind, and each of their Centurions had informed them that this was likely going to be a protracted siege, given the nature of the defenses set up before them. So every century of legionaries waited in phalanx formations, and they spread across the hills, giving the illusion that the army spread as far as the eye could see.
They all watched, unmoved and unimpressed at the pathetic display in front of them. The Iskjerne defenses had maximized their range and were still unable to hit them, this caused Livia's mouth to twitch, and the corner pulled up into a sly grin. The battle was tilted well into her favor, but she knew not to become too overconfident, as that could become their downfall.
Livia snapped to attention, turning sharply, and pulling the heavy wool cape close to her form. She marched through the Argosian battlements with precision.
"Catapultas eorum accipite!" She bellowed, her shrill voice carrying through the frigid air. Her boots made an audible metallic clunk with each of her movements, and her hips swayed with purpose, she grabbed the nearest artillery commander, and pointed down to the settlement.
The Commander nodded, and began relaying the orders to each of the legion's Trebuchet battalions, and the pause in firing took a moment, as they calculated new trajectories for the clay pots filled with jellied diesel.
"Parate!" The voice of the Argosians carried through the chilly air, as dozens of men worked simultaneously to prepare the trebuchets. They made subtle adjustments to the counterweight, and subtle adjustments to the direction the trebuchet faced, utilizing tabulators, and specialized artillery scopes, they calculated the precise trajectory, and performed their adjustments. Now each trebuchet was fixed on the defensive emplacements, where Livia intended to neuter their ability to fight back, and settle into the slow protracted siege she had planned to force upon them.
"Intendo!" They called out, and the final adjustments were made to each of the trebuchets, they could fine tune them now that they knew where each of the projectiles were going to land, now that they were ready, they awaited the final command.
"Aperta ignis!" They called out, and each of the six trebuchets loosed their clay pots in unison, in a perfect disciplined salvo, the flaming clay pots soared over the highlands and into the kingdom. Rather than being aimed somewhat indiscriminately, this time the flaming clay pots were aimed towards six of the Iskjerne Defender's trebuchets, and like before when they would shatter, they would spew thick, flaming jellied diesel in all directions, setting timbers, and crews alight in flames they would be unable to put out with normal water.
"Alterum excutere parate, esto velociter!" Livia called out, and the crews worked quickly to prepare the Trebuchets for a second volley.
It was at that moment the howling, and the sound of weapons caught the attention of the Argosian Equites protecting the left flank of the main army, their Centurion, Gaius Publius Titus caught the sounds and Livia too turned her head to the sound of the battle. She knew what Reginarus wanted to do, so she nodded slightly and gestured to the woods.
"Perge!" She shouted, and the Centurion nodded, departing with roughly a hundred horse mounted
Equites cavalry, each armed with an oval shaped, lightweight nanosteel imbued shield, and long lance intended to dismount enemy cavalry from their horses, and maim them. They took off with the sound of rumbling hoofs and the whinnying of horses, descending down the side of the hill, and splitting up to try and encircle the Hestuhari and take them out.
The first waves of Argosian cavalry came in from the rear, through the dense woods and directly into the fray, their lances extended, they charged headlong into the fray and hardly made a sound, with only the stony, disciplined look on their faces. The first wave of Argosians would likely plunge their lances deep into several Hestuhar, aiming to either knock them off their horses, or impale them with their lances. Some Equites withdrew their Spatha shortswords, and took swipes at the Viking warriors, moving into melee range, and joining their Ulfhednar auxiliaries in supporting them.
The battle for Iskjerne Bay had truly begun.