Half Face was back on the wall, the side of his face not torn into a crazy sneer was stern, unreadable.
"How'd it go with the Eye Drinker?" Ugore asked. The tusker captain was standing in a semi-circle along with the rest of Half-Face's inner circle: the hulking figure of Nailtooth, the reedy, sallow Tally-Man, Bazgu and his enormous tusks, One Ear, who was nearly as scarred as his boss.
Arrows and ballista bolts sailed over head from the bunnies below, and the air was filled with screams and warcries as Nargresh cut her way through the humans' front line. None of Half-Face's crew seemed much interested.
Half Face ignored Ugore's question. "You lads have your tuskers ready?"
"Aye," said the Tally-Man, nodding to the carnage below the wall, "Seems the diversions workin'."
"It's a diversion, only," snarled Half-Face, "Buys us time till the ogre-woman's dead or retreated. Those pinks are coming over these walls. Jagath's boys are ready for 'em up here, I seen to that, and the old witch has a trick or two up her sleeve, but it's up to us to hold the gate and plug up any breakthroughs."
An explosion filled the air as Rassmata and Kavu got another shot off.
"Glad they're on our side," said Ugore.
"They'll be glad to have us, soon," said Half Face, nodding towards the battle below. Nargresh had confused a part of the human front, but only a part. Behind the lines, the bunnies were forming up. Grim men, heavily armed and armored, with thick shields and siege ladders.
Behind them, the sun set behind rolling hills and forests, painting the sky red.
