"Go, take them down."
"Yes, Great Shaman!"
Coughing slightly, the indeed shocked Animu softly ordered, his voice like a divine oracle that excited all the young shamans and Native Hunters who had followed him. Perhaps it was the first time in history that the natives stormed into Harrison Port with such fervor, unable to contain their excitement, they sprinted toward the towers that had previously fired the cannons, where some fighting force still remained, at their fastest speed.
The recharging of the Alchemical Cannons would still take some time, during which the sparse garrison inside Harrison Port and other combat-ready hunter militias were launching attacks. They drew longbows, rolled out crossbow cannons, and fired bolts from cover... Just like the natives, the Imperial People who managed to take root in South Ridge were almost all universally combatants, almost everyone was skilled in some form of combat.
