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The Siege of Syrn: Part XX
Posted by Josiah T., Jan 19. 64 views. ID = 515
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 | Sorry if this seems to be dragging along to anybody. It won't be too many more, I promise! Uh, out of curiosity, how does everyone think I'm doing with character development? |  | This post has been awarded 11 stars by 3 readers. |  | This post is Part 20 of a writing series titled The Siege of Syrn. |
The duels between the archers and between the catapults continued. Dirk ordered the engineers manning the catapults to break up the rubble before they threw it, hoping to distribute the damage done over a wider range.
The siege towers continued to move closer. With a bellow one of the oxen rolled over with an arrow through it's chest. The towers were now within a two hundred feet of the walls. One of them seemed to be moving toward the gatehouse.
Dirk and Arem ran from their position to the gatehouse. As they reached it, Arem grabbed Dirk's arm. "How do you feel?" he asked.
"I'm fine." Said Dirk.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. They must have given me something while I was asleep."
The siege tower was now within a hundred feet of the gate house. Soon it was at fifty, forty, thirty, and at twenty the huge drawbridge was released.
"ARCHERS! Prepare to fire!" Men began running off the siege tower. "FIRE!!" A hail of arrows flew and the first row of men fell. "Again!" Another volley fell in a deadly rain and more Thargonites fell, but more kept climbing up the tower.
"Swords!" Dirk shouted, drawing his own. "Form a wall!" The men drew closer, shields in front. Then the oncoming army was upon them.
Dirk and Arem stood in the middle of the group, so they were not immediately drawn into the fighting, but after about thirty seconds, the line began to break. Dirk and Arem and the rest of his group ran forward.
Dirk, who did not fight with a shield, gripped his sword in both hands, and slashed at a Thargonite. The blow caught the man in his midsection, and he fell.
Dirk fought his way forward, slashing to the left here, parrying a blow to the right there, exchanging blows with this enemy and that enemy. All in all his group seemed to be holding it's own against the invading army.
He pulled back for a moment to survey the five other fights on the walls. Two of them seemed to be holding their own, but the other three were getting overrun.
Dirk called to Arem and a handful of other swordsmen. Together they ran to help the nearest fight.
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