The fire hurt their morale more than their numbers, but that was quickly overcome. The Eastern Archers were fierce, but the Crusaders sent volley after volley to answer the attacks. All in all, the siege was going quite well at the moment. It was not a quick affair, and no siege was without casualties to the attackers, but their concentrated firepower and well disciplined ranks held up fine here. Rylen had to remind himself it would be harder to deal with later when they pushed further into Eastern territory. This was merely a fortified outpost at best. 

The walls before them crumbled. The fires had since been put out with dirt, and Rylen ordered the regiment to move forward. "Shields up!" the Sergeants cried as the men stepped forward and marched into the breach. They waded into a sea of arrows. Many of them bounced off shields and armor, but others pierced flesh and the dying began. Soon a melee broke out, and Kerler grinned as he gripped the haft of his warhammer. 

Rylen dismounted from his horse, strapping on his shield and making his way in with his men. Kerler strode with him, the man a head taller than Rylem (and Rylen wasn't a short man). The huge warrior crushed a man's skull with a back handed swing. "Filthy heathens." he cried. Rylen blocked a sword thrust and returned with one of his own, slashing next and taking a man in the throat. All around them the melee commenced. The Easterners fought with a desperate fury, but the Crusaders were armored and no slouches. Their numbers would win out soon if nothing else. 

Rylen suddenly spotted Mikasa knocking a Crusader to the ground, and the man stopped for a moment, his eyes a warning glare. They screamed 'flee or die'. Why he did not attempt to attack her right there he didn't know. Perhaps it was because he knew she wasn't particularly mean spirited at heart.
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