SI Invasion STG3: Bring unto Ruin, Walls

The Legion made the proper adjustments to its hosts due to Hecarim's orders. They would be ready to swarm in when the gates went down, and ready to assault Lux and Garen. Many of its hosts may go down, but if the Crowngaurds are unable to face Hecarim and the others, it will consider that a great boon to their forces. The host next to Hecarim bowed before speaking to his mind again.

"We are ready for when the gates come down Lord Hecarim. We will also send a number of our hosts with Thresh and Mordekaiser to aid them as well. The glory of our king will me made known this day. If there is anything else you wish of us, just ask and it will be done."

As Legion spoke to the centaur it would be maneuvering its hosts to be near the Master of Metal and the Warden, in case they needed the assistance.

"Kill the little ones swiftly, Brothers! The big ones are greater threats! NOT ONE STEP BACKWARDS! FOR THE LIVING!! FOR BRIGHTBLADE!" shouted Victus.

Victus was tempted to shout for Demacia, but he could not bring himself to. This was no longer his home. He held no loyalty to it. Countries are not something worth fighting for. They were lines on a map that only nobles saw. People are worth fighting for. He held no loyalty to them either.

Victus lead a counter charge towards the gate after Lux sent the laser. The soldiers beside him cried out for Demacia, or for their houses if they were nobles. Mordekaiser stood before them, but he was wounded. Legion was coming to his aid, but all the Demacians saw were a wall of dead, and this wall must no be allowed to soil the city further.

As the pots would arrive to her location, Belle rose to her feet and moved purposefully towards it. She'd slowly manouver it so it sat beside the lantern, then went about.. What was she doing? As she pressed against the side of the cart, it began to tip slowly towards the lantern. The hot liquid splashing with each heavy push.

She was determined, whatever her plan may be, to tip the cart and send the heavy pots of cider crashing down upon the lantern, along with the cart that carried them. Not a word said as she did her best. With one final push, she let out a loud cry sending the cart over where the whole thing would crash on top of the lantern.

Belle panted heavily as she stood there, staring down at the splintered cart and the spilled pots, dented from the force of the fall as they crashed into Thresh's lantern. Steam danced up from the cider that spilled across the ground, and the soul prison that belonged to the warden.

"It.. must be destroyed." Belle spoke with a trembling voice, "..we have to destroy it.." Her teal gaze locked upon the lantern with a cold stare.

Jarvan felt rage bubbling up as Thresh taunted him. "Wench?" He scoffed. Belle was the exact opposite of a cheap bar wench. She was pure, and of noble blood as well. He tried to continue to shoot Thresh as he walked away, but soon the arrows could not fly any further and could not reach their destination. He saw as the warden began to grab onto men and rip them apart. "MEN! Do not get too close to the edge, cover up those holes when not firing!" He was frustrated and resisted the extreme urge to jump down and fight Thresh himself.

The prince saw Lux's perfectly landed finales funklein and gave Garen a slap on the back. "Your sister has become a good shot and a fine warrior." He then peers down and notices the damage done to the gate and Victus fighting the undead head-on. "We need more men down there now!" Jarvan begins to follow a group of reinforcements for the gate.

Hecarim looked at Azazel and nodded, Nocturne wasn't pulling his weight in this assault. Aside from that his abilities would prove useful here in the siege once Lux was taken care of.

"Yes, and while you are at it take a visit to the healer that Legion has risen for us, your strength will be needed in this as well."

The centaur looked to the minion of Legion and spoke to it, being reminded of something he had almost forgotten: The corpses of Brightblade, while they were here he would make the last Brightblade one of the dead in due time.

"The fallen warriors back at Brightblade, take control of warriors there and have them bring ladders from the fortress here and send them upon the walls. With that start sending our ground troops onto the wall for combat."

His orders given the centaur eagerly awaited until he himself could be set loose out on the battlefield.

((Garen. Location: The wall))

Garen was rapidly giving orders to the men by his side, directing fire towards the behemoths and the larger masses of units. The oiled fire was not hindered as much by the rain, and spread due to the lack of space between their units. The dark fire on their own walls was a problem as well, but at least they were spaced out enough not to set their own men alight if someone got hit. He stood as men were slowly picked and assassinated from within their walls, the onagers and Thresh slowly picking away at their defences. The undead had taken damage as well, Lux's magic hindering the large behemoths enough to buy them time. But they needed a better way to thin the enemy ranks, and Garen didn't feel like sitting idle for long.

He noticed Mordekaiser lead the charge to the gate, a portion of the mindless horde following him in to assault the defences; a wholly reckless attack. Garen watched his approach until he fell out of sight under the ramparts, then turned to head back to ground level. "My men will need me down below, I leave things here to you" he called back to his allies. Luxanna was already down there, and he heard the otherworldly sound of her signature move; almost deafening when close up. He quickened his pace, moving with purpose towards the gates.



((Ronan Farris. Location: Gate))

Down below, the Dauntless Vanguard were fighting their own battle. The evacuation of the area around the gate was complete, but Ronan had a feeling that things weren't going as well in other parts of the city. The lieutenant directed the men in Garen's absence, not new to the task and quick with his work. A front-line of men held the gate, reinforcing it from the inside with their weight. They carried large kite shields that reached the shoulder in height, which used these to hold the bulkhead and defend against any attack that managed to sneak through the holes. Behind the initial line lay the bulk of the the Vanguard, supporting Ms. Crownguard and waiting for any potential breakthrough.

Ronan welcomed Lux's assistance, conveying his orders with a bit more force than would have normally served. It was no secret among the men that he'd had his eye on her for some time and was plucking up the courage to ask her out, granted he had the captain's permission first, of course. Ronan made sure that the men cleared the way for Lux's attacks through the gaps in their defence, stepping back before piling in again upon his command. They could all hear the dead out there, screaming and baying for blood; but the Dauntless wouldn't be trifled with. Mordekaiser's shouts were met with the beating of shields, the men inside taunting him to have another go.

Ronan looked to the platforms above the gate, where a couple of guards were stationed. They rolled barrels along the platform, similar to the ones used above by the archers; and set them up at intervals along the width of the gate. One of them waved down to signal that they were ready, and Ronan nodded to acknowledge. They were in for a surprise when they came through the gates, that was assured.

He was surprised when the barbarian came charging past, a man that Ronan had only heard of by reputation. He lead a group of his own soldiers out into battle, beyond the safety of the gate and losing their advantage of the choke-hold. It was reckless, too reckless to charge out there into the horde. Mordekaiser's attacks against the Vanguard fell short, as it was only Victus' men out there with him, Ronan and the Dauntless had not left the safety of the walls. "Men! Secure the gate, get those soldiers back here!" He shouted, the Dauntless lines attempting to stop the Legion from getting between Victus' group and the opening. He was hesitant to move too far out of the walls, as it would only result in losing men. Other soldiers were already moving to fix the gap Mordekaiser had made in their walls, lifting wooden beams and planks to cover and brace the gap. If Victus didn't get back soon, he would be trapped out there with his men.

"Get back in position! You're too exposed!" Farris yelled over the din to the berserker's squad, felling the undead who got in his way.