It took several precious minutes to construct a bridge, made from multiple ladders layered with several flat sheets of wood. The legion slowly moved across, fearful of the bridge falling beneath their feet, when they reached the other side they organized into several squads of three. The units spread far, dividing the forces of the Blackwood Company and tiring them out.

Won't-Back-Down was the last man out of the castle, and within seconds he was in the thick of battle. He roared loudly, beckoning his kind to fight him. His axe was shining brightly with flames. When he swung his large axe with all his weight the enemies jumped backwards as the sharp metal slammed into the ground. He delayed himself with picking it up, pretending it was lodged in the ground. The Argonian fueled with her hist sap charged quickly with all the rage she possessed. Won't-Back-Down dodged the blow and brought his axe up with ease, pushing her off balance.

His second blow came quickly, then the third finished her. Her skin smoked by touching his axe. Won't-Back-Down and his men continued to push through the city until they were faced with the fire. The wooden houses were dancing with flames, Won't-Back-Down could feel the heat against his cold skin, enough to recoil and take several steps back. The flames consumed and climbed high into the night. 

"The Argonian scum!" one of his soldiers said. "This fire will take the entire city if we don't extinguish it."

"Better the city than the lives within it," Their Legate spoke. "Spread out in separate squads, evacuate the civilians to the castle. The main pathway is your home, when the fire reaches that far pull the constructed bridge inside, do not open it until I send the word."

"The count will not be pleased," One soldier said. 

"Daedra take the count. Squads Uriel, Magnus, Pelagius and Titus with me. We're going to reinforce the docks and keep the fighting there! EVERYONE MOVE OUT!"

Won't-Back-Down led the charge away from the castle and towards the docks. The fire quickly pursued and screams of horror took the city. Man and beast wept for mercy, but the Legion offered none to its enemies. He pushed his axe into an Argonian, it only dented his armour. He twisted the large axe, and pushed with all his strength. The metal split and the blade opened his opponents stomach. He fell to his feet, and Won't-Back-Down brought down his axe again.

"TALOS TAKE THE MAN WHOSE BLADE IS UNBLOODIED WHEN HE DIES!" He roared, as he and his men charged forward, smashing through the Argonian lines. The worship of talos was illegal, but the very name seemed to wash strength over the legion. The Empire was supposed to forget that such a deity ever existed, but the legion remembered.

 Arrows flew from the battlements of the city walls, giving precious moments of respite for the guardsmen, allowing them to fall back and gather their courage. The wounded strong enough fled towards the castle, but the healthy few guards that remained rejoined the fray, helping the legion take advantage of the Blackwood Company. They weren't as disciplined as the Legion, but the extra hands strengthened the defense. They pushed their line forward, and struck a blow, defended from a weak counter-attack, struck, defended and watched the arrows separate them. They were winning.