Issac looked at the top of the wall. The wooden tower erupted into flames as the men threw the burning cauldrons onto it. The cheering saw morale rise as the Kingdom's forces became more energetic in defending the gate. Slowly they regained the ground they had lost. Looking over to the middle gate he wondered how his father was fareing. He didn't care that he had placed him in the section facing the least threat, he knew it was simply for his own safety. He also knew it was a good time to learn how to lead.
Refocusing, he looked through the gap of the shield wall, he saw a new wave of Safrid men coming to support the gate now the wall had been lost. It was more than his forces would be able to handle and a split decision was made. In quick succession, Issac blew the whistle twice.
