Caroline felt rather than saw the sphere break through her defenses. She took a quick look around the inside and immediately called out to the remaining soldiers under her command. "Forget your previous orders." she called, gripping the knot. "Bowmen keep firing. Everyone else is now tasked to quickly look for wounded survivors and fall in behind Gwen. Your priority is to protect anyone who is still alive." As the second ball crashed through the gate, she felt a sharp pain in her side. She looked down at where her hand had clutched the wound instinctively, and saw blood seeping between her fingers. A shard of stone had been driven through her side, she could see the tip of it coming out of her shirt.

Caroline drowned her pain in anger, firing arrow after arrow over the wall. The shafts burst into flame as they left the bow, and by the time they reached their targets only the white hot arrow heads were left intact. Every time she pulled the bowstring back, she could feel her wound getting worse, but she ignored it. When Henry came to take her away, she almost attacked him too, but realized who it was in time. As her eyes met his, her anger faded and her pain returned. She gritted her teeth, determined not to cry out against it, and followed him down the stairs.

Fleeing on a horse was agonizing for her, but she dared not stop or give in to the pain. She heard the thunderous sounds of horses giving chase, and lowered her head, praying that they would get through this.