The attacks slowed as the afternoon wore on closer to evening. The magi who were in charge of the Wizard's assault had realized that they weren't getting through today and, believing that the Necromancer was too far away to do anything, they ordered their camps to keep watch but prepare for the night.
Gerald watched the attacking men, many tired and frustrated at having watched their brothers in arms die for seemingly nothing.
Of the five-hundred and forty skeletons that had been there when he had left, only a little over two-hundred remained. Of the little militia of about seventy, only around forty remained alive.
