The units were ready for battle; each warrior was equipped with the deadliest weapons they could handle. Jigger and Pig Face had been separated; the bickering and arguments were getting the other warriors’ tempers frayed.
The wizards stood close to the palace walls, they knew that on the first strike of the oppositions’ missiles, many would go down.
The warriors to the back of the palace were headstrong too. They were given the order to fight when the back of the palace was invaded. They were not to assist the front of the palace, no matter what!
Tonks was at the rear of the palace; Zellacta gave him the title “Sergeant”, which he was thrilled about; it was something he had always wanted.
Frazer was anxious. He needed Matthew by his side; he knew that having him around then the enemies would be taken easily. Most of his men were good fighters, but had not got that quality that his favoured warrior had. He felt as though not having him around, then the war was indeed going to turn sour.
Then they saw it.
The warriors on the catwalks stared quietly, as the enemy began to be seen in the short distance. The sturdiest, evilest creatures that any of them on the catwalks had ever seen were pushing their heavy artillery. Private Granger shouted down to Frazer, who quickly ran towards the ladders, with Brexham following and ran towards the blonde-headed man, who was watching the soldiers with a hardened glare.
The enemies were not marching, merely walking without a care in the world and singing as though off on a day trip to the seaside. No leader to guide them could be seen, just line after line of inhuman looking men coming towards them.
The trebuchets were being pushed along; still stopping abruptly and making the soldiers roll over the wheels and fall to the hardened ground.
“RIGHT MEN!” Frazer shouted from the catwalk to the men who stood on the ground waiting for the inevitable to begin. “They are nearing, you men stand your ground until they get in, shields will be needed, as what I can see; they’re not going to be throwing marshmallows at us. You men,” Frazer said looking at the bowers on the catwalk. “You fire at will, the first batch take 100 flows out, get them, before they get you. Bower assistants,” he said. “Frequent oiling and flaming on those arrows. Don’t let those men near us. Be ready men, and may you all be of good strength,” he declared.
“HOORAH, HOORAH, HOORAH!” they shouted back.
“Steady men,” Pinnah said harshly, as he walked towards the front of the unit, with two noblemen, who were dressed up in their regimental uniforms, which had been specially made for the higher addressed soldiers.
Each soldier stood side by side, their left arms were at their sides, with their shields belted on to their waists, ready to be removed by the command of their new leader. Their right hands were holding on to their weapons, eager to take a life with no guilt. “Let them fester with worry. We will not strike until I feel the...