The eastern wall was quickly becoming vacant of archers. Blood poured across the stone, streaming down the walls as the bloodseeker advanced. The armor of any fool insane enough to remain was dented and rended by the rapid and relentless strikes of his large blades. Any dutiful and honorable hand capable of raising a weapon against him only felt the shockwave of the the weapon shattering as Strygwyr sundered it directly. Mere humans were no match for the Twin's dog, not when he was fueled by the Flayed One's thirst in the midst of battle. The ordained beast laughed in amusement. It had been a hundred years since he had last risen to hunt, and he was eager. This was a bounty. Listening, sensing, breathing, Strygwyr felt the familiar reverberation and light of magical fire. His darkened eyes could no longer witness the green sparkle as Rinok's flames descended randomly into the courtard, but he knew. "Cursed wizard." He growled to himself softly. Magic could kill without letting blood, and this greatly displeased him. Having mages on the scene would bring an early end to his worship this day. Inclining his head to the left, over the wall, he searched for the source of the magical fire. So many barbarians were swarming the area, yet he gathered a faint scent of ash and putrid blood among them. He'd have to remember it incase he encountered it again later. 
Padding vigorously forward along the now-empty eastern wall, a cacophony of screaming in the courtyard gave him pause. A great warrior had appeared, his strong heart and powerful vitae attracted Strygwyr's attention almost as much as the blinding degree of slaughter around him. Like a curious merecat, Strygwyr raised himself up to take in all the information his senses could provide. It was wonderful to behold such a good killer. Delicately he stepped to the very edge of the battlement toward the warrior, and for his carelessness in 'staring,' two arrows pierced his flesh. Ripping the bolts out of his shoulder and neck with furious growls, he ducked down and sprinted back to the courtyard. "Twice the blood shall I shed." ...and thanks to the new warrior, there was plenty. 
Slashed by the giant's dual-bladed battle lance, a spearman attempted to flee, hoping to outrun such a large creature as Broding. Not four strides had he gone before Strygwyr violently crashed into him, nailing him to the ground and breaking his spine. "You feed the Flayed twins." He said as the man stopped moving. With that, Strygwyr paused, his wounds visibly closing as the human's blood flowed. He knew Broding was approaching behind him, and a shark-like grin widened under his hood.