Rumi of House Kiseson turns his head away from the snarling young woman, and locks eyes with me.
Looking away quickly the man continues to shout, and keeps up the 'good work'.
"Keep fighting"!
"Don't give up"!
His words sound good, unless you've been around him long enough.
My arms swing out, and get to work taking care of the incoming yellow men that get past the spearman.
Some of them are hot, the bubbling oil hitting my arms, chest and face, leaving burn marks.
It doesn't take long for the doors to open while fire is rained down from above.
Stones are mixed into the hail of death, and create another burning barrier for the yellow men.
Multiple streams of different sizes fill the sky, making the air unbreathable for moments at a time.
More shield bearers and spearman roll out, and create a secondary line.
The others quickly fall in behind them, and rush through the slightly open gate.
