“Now!” The officer shouted out, just as another stone was tossed into the wall. The archers stopped their fire briefly, instead dipping their arrows in oil and lighting them upon the braziers on the wall. Now, burning arrows were rained upon the invaders, but not with the intention of hitting them. Instead, it was aimed at the ground beneath them. A single arrow flew straight through the formation, digging into the ground beside two soldiers. The ground was lit up beneath them. Flames burst out from the ground, as the oil was set aflame. Though the flames were not big, they were spreading on the oiled ground. Mikasa observed the spreading flames with a heavy frown. It was clear that they had not had enough oil to cover the ground for so many soldiers, but still an area was lighting up. Few of the enemy soldiers panicked, and retreated a few lines back. The tactic would barely kill more than a few of them, but it was something.

Behind the breaking wall soldiers were retreating through the tunnels. The archers on the walls shoved containers of stone down towards the attackers, and ran down from the wall. There were so many. The only hope they had to defend the Fort would be to force them into a bottleneck. But alas it would be hopeless. Mikasa stormed down, barely in her armour.  “Assembled in the courtyard! Prepare bolts and arrows!” the officer shouted as he followed Mikasa down. The wall was on the brink of breaking by now. The few soldiers left in the Fort had prepared crossbows loaded with bolts and lined them up, ready for the breach.  The only woman there drew her blades, consumed by her mind. Mikasa stood further back, closer to the tunnels. A shattering final blow to the wall forced a hole in it, followed by cheers from the Crusaders.  

The first wave stormed in, but was met by a flurry of bolts fired straight their way. Screams of the dying and whistles of arrows and bolts filled the courtyard. All of it was such a horrifying sight, the dying, and the soon to be dead.  A few Crusaders broke through, forcing the Heroshidan fighters to draw steel. Talented as they were they managed to hold off the Crusaders for now, but it was only a matter of time. Mikasa charged forward in her light outfit, still with bandages wrapped around her. She caught a soldier off-guard, knocking him down with the pommel of her sword. And as she looked out through the breach, she cursed out. Beside a huge giant she spotted a familiar face.

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