They were winning, or so it seemed from their spot atop the hill, since all they could see was Masrur flinging thieves left and right and single-handedly making way for his men to advance forward towards the tilting tower.
Their pressing was working, for the thugs hiding inside were all but restless, finding themselves almost face to face with the infamous Lions Slayer, and their sole defense was the doors of the tower. They were much more trapped than safe in there.
" It's Masrur!"
" The Lions' Salyer!"
" Isn't this bad!?"
" We're done for!"
