The moments that Caldris, Ahnasha, and the nearby archers had was enough to fell many of the charging attackers. For those moments it seemed like the defences would hold. The defending lines were striking the enemy down on the end of spear, sword, and claw alike. That was until a small clay pot flew narrowly over Ahnasha's head and into the lines of her allies ahead. The pot broke readily on a shield and splashed flaming liquid all over the nearby area. It wasn't the only one. More broke along the walkway or flew across to the defending lines, engulfing enough defenders to make the lines flinch and ebb with screams. While Ahnasha wasn't looking, the enemy must have brought in tools to assist the assault and pushed further up to the walkway.

While the previous situation might have been enough to break the assault if enough time was given, the lack of discipline and training in the defending lines faltered with the fire. The assault notably pushed the defenders back. Soon, the mercenaries would have enough room to cut off the walkway from the rest of the defence, so the archers and mages remaining began to swiftly find their way down. Caldris was no exception, patting Ahnasha's shoulder to get her attention. "We've done all we can without getting trapped! Come along!" Caldris didn't wait. She took a running leap off the walkway and broke her fall with a deft roll. Before another blink she was back with the other archers and searching for a position to fire from.

A short distance back, Vera was shouting orders to keep the formation and maintain resolve, but with the extra space, the skill that the mercenaries possessed began to sway the battle. The wounded defenders were being carried further back, but replacing them were more replenished mages. Their magic might be later than needed now, but they were not too late to help.