It was a slaughter on both sides. The Hellhound knights made quick work of the townguards as they tried to put up a valiant fight. Some stood their ground and tried to hold off the brigands with their spears, others fired their crossbows, only to get slain or crushed underneath the hooves of the war horses. But just as well, Skurr's spears found their marks and killed many of the horsemen before they even realized that there was an actual threat. However the spears he sent towards Krush failed to harm him; even though he didn't see Skurr he was able to react quickly enough to not only avoid getting impaled, but even grabbed one of the spears out from the air. That being said, the other two skewered the bandit leader's horse, forcing him to dismount as his beast fell down. It was in that moment that Annabeth came out from her hiding spot and went to attack Krush, but even despite his tumble he was able to raise his club and stop Annabeth's warhammer from connecting. [b]"Ga ha ha ha! Yes yes yes struggle, scream for me! Oh I do love it when they're lively!"[/b]

Skurr would soon find more of the Hellhound knights take notice and swarm his position. They didn't seem to care that their own allies were being killed by him, as if they simply didn't think of him as a major threat. No, these men came at him with the sort of furor a pack of hungry feral dogs would rip and tear at a wolf; they didn't care for the danger as long as they got their bite. The second man to reach Skurr had a heavy flail on a long chain. He gave it a small whirl around his head as he sent the spiked ball right towards Skurr's chest. He wanted Skurr to try and block the flail, knowing that on these narrow ramparts there was hardly any room to dodge. And if Skurr did try block the attack, he'd find the flail would've wrapped around his spear. More knights were coming armed with vicious looking bludgeons and axes, some getting killed by arrow fire, but that didn't do anything to put a dent in their madness.

Cassius would hear the hollering of some Hellhound knights as they broke into a home nearby. The screams of the family inside made it clear that whatever they were doing, it wasn't just looting. A few more knights came around the bend and caught a glimpse of the captain and the comatose princess. [b]"Hey, I see someone over there! Don't let em get away!"[/b] Their torches burned the night as well as anything else flammable that was nearby. Avery wouldn't have it any easier either as two soldiers charged at him with their halberds, wanting to turn him into a nice mince meat.

Meanwhile back at the camp the orcs were now attacking. Commander Diclonii turned to see that there were more orcs here than before, and he was growing very tired of the interruptions. The Siege Towers, or at least the one that was left, was slowly making it's way towards the wall and drawing arrow fire. It would take some time but at least it wasn't bogged down. After all there was a reason why there was so much bags of sand in the camp. [b]"Blasted orcs! Men, form up around me, we're going to get rid of those swine once and for all!"[/b] Taking whatever soldiers weren't currently occupied with something Diclonii went to fight the orcs. He had his soldiers form a shield wall to block any arrows and had pikemen stab any orcs that tried to get close. Once he was in the fray Diclonii went all out. He flourished it steel-shod staff and delivered a flurry of blows onto any orcs within his range. With a single swing he could easily shatter their shields or crush their skulls. Even if they dodged, blocked, or parried his attacks, each swing fed the momentum into the next one, creating a human hurricane of destruction. Left and right he crushed the barbarian warriors with brutal efficiency, like cutting wheat with a scythe.