Sagax knew Jorwen was strong, but it never occured to him just how strong, not until the massive man took hold of the ladder with him in tow and nearly dragged Sagax to the wall, throwing it up with a mighty bellow. "Thanks, Red-Bear. Age doesn't stop you one bit, does it?" Sagax said with a smile before darting up the ladder. Joining the rest of the team topside, Sagax dropped onto the palisades, sword in hand and ready for a battle. A few feet to his right was a Forsworn mage, too busy raining fire on those going through the gate to notice the tiny imperial land near him. Sagax remembered something his father taught him years ago. Gripping the blade of a sword, wrapping one's fingers around the edge and laying the fingers and palm parallel against the flat of the blade, the bottom of the knuckles just above the edge so as not to be cut when striking with the hilt. Caius said that it was mainly used as a makeshift polehammer technique to hit hardened armor with, where a blade just can't make the cut. Sagax wanted to avoid just going on a killing spree...perhaps he could use this technique to knock the Forsworn unconscious? He was willing to try.

Inching toward the Reachman as quietly as possible and sticking to what little shade was now available under the wall itself as the sun began to rise. Sagax readied his strike, going through everything that was taught to him. Grip the blade flat. Watch the spacing of the knuckles. Don't let the blade slip. With the hilt of the sword over his head, Sagax swung at the back of the mage's unarmored skull as hard as he could as the man readied another spell. He let out a gasp of pain, and to Sagax's shock, turned to him slowly, hand over the back of his head where he was struck. Sagax flipped the sword around and was about to take a swing at his foe, but the man went limp and fell off of the palisades before he even began his next strike. Sagax felt pretty good about that one. An enemy neutralized without a single drop of blood. Well, from what he could see anyway, and he was happy with that. He guessed that the mage would be out for quite a while, given the force of the strike and where it landed. Along the rest of the wall, his comrades seemed to be fighting off the Reachmen quite well, though he was ready to come running if anyone needed assistance. Down below, Sevine was making short work of the Forsworn on the ground. "GO SEVINE! CUT'EM UP!" He shouted with great enthusiasm, pumping his sword arm into the air. Morale was just as important as anything, and Sagax thought he could do his part with a bit of cheerleading. After that he saw Jorwen enter the fray. He only wondered what whirlwind of destruction was about to be kicked up.