Ares leapt into the fray, as he would due to his position as the King. Yet this time he was constantly on edge. His mind raced as, with every passing second, he kept his attention on the various enemies ahead of him.
"Drive them away!" Ares exclaimed with blade in hand. He stood atop the wall as the thousands of enemies tried to pour in forward. A volley of arrows arrived from the heavens, yet they disappeared with a single thought from Ares.
The enemy used the two paths that had remained, the third path having been filled up by Ares when he left before, yet he had asked a couple from the watch tower to watch in case any enemies tried to sneak on by.
The drumming continued, sometimes drowning out the sounds of whistling death that had come from the arrows. Hundreds of the enemy had found themselves dead by the force of such arrows, and many more were injured.
