Kavu wiped the sweat from his brow as he helped Narvek haul the final supply wagon into the shadow of the central keep's structure. The non-combatants among the campers had been rapidly and chaotically evacuated into the relative safety of the inner keep, both to ensure their protection from projectiles and to keep them out of the way of the combat operations of the rest of the company. However, space was limited; the keep had hardly been designed to hold a force of over a thousand combatants, much less a thousand Orcish combatants and their entire supply train. All of the supplies were currently being kept on the far side of the courtyard from the breach, with an emergency medical station established just inside the inner keep for those who had been injured in the initial assault. However, the priority for Kavu was long-term survival, and thus Kavu and one of his junior Quartermasters had taken over coordinating the impromptu storage of tons of foodstuffs and supplies, attempting to complete the impossible task of trying bring all the Company's wagons and pack animals inside the safety of the walls before the approaching army could seize them. Luckily, they had been modestly successful, only abandoning a few of the older and straggling wagons and pack animals in favour of ensuring the safety of the rest. Unfortunately, Kavu estimated at a glance that they had lost almost a week of food supplies. Thus, palpable relief showed on his face when he heard the bunny horns sounding the attack; a prolonged siege would have been a disaster for the Company and exhausted their remaining supplies.

Waving his hand dismissively, Kavu gestured for Narvek join the other camper volunteers in bolstering the damaged gates with scrap wood and stone. Normally, he would requisition a squad of Pikes from Half-Face for the task, but with the Pikes rushing to secure the wall breach and remove the ramp that had initially allowed Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi access to the keep, Kavu had pressed some of the artisans and teamsters attached to the supply train into service as a makeshift work crew. With Narvek watching over them, they would be sure to work quickly and efficiently; the junior Orc Quartermaster's nigh-legendary temper with slackers was occasionally joked to surpass that of Half-Face. Kavu grinned lopsidedly as he tightened the knot holding a mule to recently planted post. A fearsome reputation did have its uses in time-sensitive situations, and he took advantage of Narvek's almost as much as he utilized his own.

Confident, at least for the moment, that his duties to the supply train were fulfilled, Kavu turned and headed for the ramparts. Overhead, he could hear the sounds of commands being tossed back and forth between warbands as Orcs rushed to their posts. Though he'd managed to get a general sense of the situation from the scouts who'd reported the approach of Ren Arad's troops, his mind was still whirling with the implications. He didn't doubt Radush's approach in keeping the bunny girl alive, but witnessing that conference had given him some severe misgivings about the safety of their long-term contract with Ren Arad. Clearly, those doubts had been confirmed. Still, he'd barely had enough time to secure the supply train, nevermind deploying work teams to shore up defenses and deploy defensive siege. Thus, Kavu's usual role coordinating the back lines in a battle was quickly becoming irrelevant. He grunted in frustration as he climbed the narrow steps to the ramparts two at a time, shoving a novice Pike out of the way who was taking too long to get to the top. Not a second after Kavu's feet hit the top step of the ramparts, a poorly aimed ballista bolt whistled past where Kavu's head had been just moments before. This did not improve Kavu's mood, and he made his anger known by kicking open the door to the nearby corner turret as he ran for cover. The cursed bunnies had ballistae and were wasting them shooting at moving targets on the ramparts? It would almost be insulting if Kavu didn't know that they would become a real threat once the siege masters of the approaching army got their evidently twitchy crews under control.

It was then that Kavu spied, out of the corner of his eye, a potential tool. Sure, it was old and clearly human made as opposed to the... "refined" elvish designs - Kavu refused to call them elegant - but it would do the trick. Would certainly save him time as opposed to taking half an hour to set up the Company's own siege equipment. It was just a question of why it hadn't been used in staving off the initial attack. Kavu aggressively pushed passed the nearby Spikes assembling in the tower, moving to take a closer look at the crude catapult. Ah. That was the problem; a broken gear in the cranking mechanism. Kavu grunted to himself again as he scratched his head in thought. He was positive that he'd salvaged similar gears in the past... if he could retrieve it and get this catapult operational, it could be wheeled out to the wall and put into use. And he knew just the Orc to provide the right ammunition. Unfortunately, his usual team was distributed all over the keep; it would be quite the effort to round them up.

Kavu grunted again as his frustration got the better of him. Improvisation was annoying; if he'd had even another hour to prepare a defence, his familiar heavy crossbows and mangonels could have been unpacked and used to slow the rate at which the attacking bunnies could have got their siege weapons established. Ugh. At least the bunnies were predictably underestimating the Orcs - from what he could see from the tower, they'd placed their siege weapons just within an accurate striking distance of the walls, likely assuming that the Company had no way of retaliating. Well. Maybe they'd learn just how intuitive Orcs with a purpose and access to the right tools could be. Turning on his heel, Kavu rushed out of the tower. He needed to find Rassmata.

"Rassmata!" Kavu bellowed as he descended the steps. "Ulgor! Warbesk! To me! We've got work to do."