Panic had now enveloped the settlement of the valley Rodes. It now began to dawn on the individuals fighting that they were outclassed by the Drakar.
As the balls of fire rained down on the walls and forced their line of defense to retreat, it became clear that it was only a matter of time before they lost.
But even with such an outcome in mind, none of the valley Rodes retreated. Instead, they steeled themselves and broke out from their hiding places whenever the chance was presented to them and fired what few shots they could and the coming threats.
Their efforts though only served to delay the inevitable and did little to stop the incoming forces headed there way. But what choice did they have.
If they were going to lose anyway then the best thing, they could hope to do was by time for their families to escape.
