Allow me to rewind a few minutes before Troy's apparent defeat. And yes, I'm going to maintain first person perspective because of my ability to break the fourth wall. Got a problem with that? Too bad. I don't care if I break immersion.
Anyway…the two brothers actually broke out of the shelter, and were battling in the streets, even as Tyrant's tyrannical horses roamed free inside the ruined shelter, trying to slaughter the fleeing civilians. Only the mercenaries and students held them at bay, their heroic efforts denying the nightmarish horses any bloodshed.
But we weren't gods. While I was distracted by the gigantic Trojan horse, and my allies were tied up in fighting the other smaller horses, there were still plenty of other smaller horses that often broke free of the herd and rained down fiery death on the sceaming refugees, immolating them. A good number of innocents died that day, to our regret.
