Guard pov
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I… well my name was unimportant, so was my stature. Suffice to say that I was an average guard. Someone that had been trained and instructed but not at the level of the knights or mages that the noble houses usually carried with them.
A grunt left my mouth as I hauled the top end of an arrow. The back end was carried by another soldier. He struggled just as much if not more.
But it didn't matter. If we were enough to get the ammunition to the designated place without delays then we were all that we got.
After all, we didn't have an excess of manpower.
"Guh…" A grunt left my mouth. The ground below me shook. The beasts had made so much progress.
"YOU THERE!" I yelled. It was quite necessary as the resounding explosions and noise muffled the sounds of anything but a shout.
The soldier in question looked at me, the arrow above me and the other, then turned to the ballista.
