Rughoi laughed as the loyalist armies broke and ran for the castle walls. His army had performed brilliantly, far greater than even he had dreamed. The jests, the doubts, all left him, and vigilance was his close friend throughout the first assault. "Ready the catapults," came his command. "That castle can't protect them forever." His good spirit, however, was shattered by the arrival of a panting Kutur.

"Your Might!" he said, between gasps. "A few Rockblades and Redshadows survived the betrayal, and won't stand down even with threats to their chiefs." 

Rughoi cursed loudly. "Well hunt them down then!" he shouted, partly to Kutur and partly to his men. A small contingent broke off of the main army and chased after where the dracon tribes were said to have escaped. However, he doubted that would be enough. "And hurry up with those catapults! Argh, where is Rama? He said he would have his flank ready hours ago!"