"It's so clumsy though," he bemoaned. It was a reckless, barbaric endeavour. Volguard would have twisted his face in disgust seeing Oliver resort to it. He sighed. It was all they had. They couldn't wait any longer. They needed to attack the gates. At the very least, they still had their barricades up. They'd be able to have their men moving more freely amongst the arrow storms than they otherwise would have. It was about all the preparation that Oliver could do.
"Four hundred and fifty men…" he murmured to himself, imagining their numbers against his. Even overcoming the gate, they wouldn't be able to do all that much. It would be a brutal battle to fight, but he was all but forced to plunge into it anyway.
A sudden knocking made him raise his head. Of course, there was no door to knock on. Instead, the guest was knocking on one of the tent poles near the door.
