The Marauders catapult reloads and fires as fast as it can possibly go. The mages begin their chants and explosions are heard in the distance. Then they hear it, not only is there the sounds of explosions, but there is also a fierce war cry. Just then, the Verminasian army bursts into view. Archers from both sides begin pounding their adversaries. Then, they collide. Blood and gore spill forth upon the battlefield. Screams of rage and pain spew forth accosting those who would listen. The catapult is silenced as the crew working it is crushed beneath the charge. Men on both sides die grisly deaths yet the fighting continues. Skill is thrown aside and replaced with sheer reflexes as the will to survive overcomes all involved.

Three have fallen this day; Malinche and Quar of Verminasia and Cryl of the Marauders. May their Gods take pity on their souls.