The battle was progressing nicely, the Germanic lines had already begun to falter, hours of fighting had long since taken their toll and the morale of this opposing force had fallen greatly.
With the walls near the port taken the missile fire was now aimed against them as the Legionnaires posted on the walls began to rain down arrow and javelin fire upon the forces that once held that advantage and without the large shield to form up they fell as easy prey to these troopers.
The rest continued their way down the walls clearing them of combatants and taking up posts at stairwars, towers, and gatehouses they came across along the way.
By this point 1/3 of the walls had fallen to Latinium hands, and roughly 25% of the city itself.
It was at this point that the opponent would need to throw in their trump cards if they had any and just as this thought crossed his mind a shout came from the frontline
