Matti Lalli, also known as Uncle Lalli, cursed under his breath as he saw his nephew be dragged under the moat's water. The boy was never the brightest bulb in the house. However, he was shocked as he saw the beast be tamed by magic from Sally. [i]Damn, there's more of these witches. Whatever, now's our chance![/i] He thought as he traversed over the shark. "Thank ye, Sally lass! Now let's give these bloodeh bastards a lesson!" Like Great Grandpa, he also worked in the mines, and worked some of the machinery. He taught the younger family in his clan about how the drawbridge would work: if he failed to lower it in this battle he wouldn't be the only one as he took his rifle and charged in, paying no attention to the hole diggers. "FRREEDOOM!"

Viivi Lalli followed after the older man, also holding a rifle in her shaky hands. Unlike Uncle, she did pay a quick glance to the digger duo, only to sigh and resume her attention on backing up her kinsman in their assault. Though she never admitted it, the blonde young lady had feelings for Richard. The two of them would likely die at this keep today. But at least she fought for love.
"Hiyaaah!"