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No matter how hard they fought, the bridge defense was routinely posed with the same dilemma.  Concede ground or be overrun completely.  A single step backward didn't seem like much of a compromise, at first.  But now?  With only ten yards of bridge left?  Every time MacKensie took a step backward, it felt like she was counting down to defeat.

The Silver Arrow and Evermere were struggling even more than the Heroes From The Sky.  Both of the flanking parties were forced backward so aggresively, that MacKensie felt the exposure on the wing.  At some points, Second Chance were so far forward from the rest that MacKensie was almost surrounded by foes, having to spin near-180 to defend herself in some scenarios.

More and more she began to see regular soldiers of the garrison rush past her to meet their foes and this filled her with dread.  Was the situation so dire that other parts of the Bazaar had to be sacrificed?  Were the Adventurers failing to uphold their end?

MacKensie the Ranger's heart was frozen, sure... frozen to sorrow.  Fear was a much more powerful heat that might thaw her emotional center.

She gritted her teeth, all-but bearing them in a snarl as she pushed the fear away with anger.

Over and over, almost constantly, she was dragged into melee combat.  Whenever she could, she would use her crossbow to support the front; to relieve some pressure from Barracker, Zell and even now Fenna as they took the brunt of the weight.  But less and less could she afford to support them as the orcs and enemy knights threatened her directly.

No matter how steadfastly she steeled herself, she could not shake the most dominant thought in her mind, repeating on full blast:

[Colour=Pink][i]We have lost.[/i][/colour]