A castle can be mighty. It can represent the end of armies and the failure of tyrants. But no matter how high or enduring the walls they can only face in one direction.

With grim determination she keeps her shield facing Shamash. Blow after blow crashes against her shield from the front - she refuses to give Shamash an inch, refuses to give him even a breath of satisfaction. Her shield is as light as air and her reactions are as quick as thunder. She endures all of the High God's wroth without giving an inch.

But there's no defence against Marianne. Her blows shake her, make her stumble, knock her to her knees. She can only carry one world on her shoulders and so she fights like her second opponent isn't there at all. Her only hope is her betrayer sees her frustrated tears and takes mercy on her. She's driven lower and lower until she's on her knees, bruised and battered between two storms.