Erik stood a distance away, watching as the defenders of Iron'Heits struggled to hold the line. His expression remained calm, but his mind processed the battle as much as possible. He knew they had lost the battle the moment those siege towers came closer to the wall, and he did everything he could to take them down; it seems it wasn't enough.
His soldiers, who had once stood tall, at first they were over two thousand, but the siege weapons that took them down to fourteen hundred were now dwindling further rapidly. The Alliance's relentless assault began taking its toll, and just before his eyes he saw the soldiers getting surrounded from all sides, and then killed.
