Wuyi turned to Xianyu Ma. "Get the stone throwers." Xianyu Ma grinned.
By the time the ballista was reloaded, the first assault was already in retreat. Baijian's warriors had wreaked havoc, and the great bark shields for demonics had failed to protect against the archer's shafts as much as the Duskreavers had hoped.
Wuyi gathered a raid group under Yun Ming in the courtyard. "Baijian's going to be hard-pressed," he said to Yun Ming. "A dozen warriors on horseback will make short work of their next assault."
Yun Ming nodded. "Yes, Young Master," he said. "I will follow your command."
Wuyi noted that Xueqin Yang was in his armor and mounted. He pressed the man's hand. "Good to see you about," he said.
"Good to be here," Xueqin Yang said. "Although, it seems to me another day abed—" He laughed. "I'd be strong enough to swim a mountain or climb a river."
The enemy stone thrower released.
