Even at his new size, Manald was unable to see what was happening on top of a 30 feet tall wall. He still was able to notice the blast though that occurred right in front of the other side of the gate. The movement of the massive construction was quite easy to see and so was the fact that the blast wave stirred up his fur and tried to push him away. Albeit not being able to hear the cracking sounds and thus unaware of the fact that the gate had taken serious damage, Manald knew that the threat of goblin sappers was over for now one way or the other. There was no real reason left for him to stay down here.

The lycanthrope's next idea was to rush back up to the wall's crest and make himself useful there. It took a little longer for the giant beast to get moving fast, but once he was at speed it was enough of an impression to make a few soldiers crossing his path to rush out of the way. Once up there he saw a Acrius in the midst of a crowd of soliders that didn't look like they were busy shooting arrows or throwing stuff down the murder holes anymore. So... what had happened ?

He came closer, each of his steps sending vibrations throughout the wall in his vicinity that the more sensitive part of its defenders would be able to notice along with the scratching sound caused by large claws hitting the stone floor. Then, already quite close, he could finally see that there was someone lying on the ground in the middle of the crowd. It was Zatana it seemed. Manald hardly knew her, but that was not relevant right now.

[color=darkgreen]"If there's nothing to help with or you don't want to help, then make yourself useful somewhere else! Get more arrows, inspect the gate for damage, I don't know!"[/color] Manald's intention had been to make it sound indignantly, but combined with his current physique it had potential to feel more like an announcement about who'd be his dinner tonight. The werewolf stepped closer now, hoping that he wouldn't have to start to push soldiers aside in order to start helping himself.