Blood flows freely, deep within city of Althainia. Many on both sides have fallen. The battle goes on. Outside the sewers, the goblin forces continue to back the Althainian's towards the center of the city. Then an outcry is heard from the goblins rear. Fresh pike men join into the fray, impaling many goblins as they turn, cornered. The gore stains the streets as both sides fight a vicious battle for survival.

On the eastern gate front, arrows fly and swords clash. The goblins are slowly gaining ground as the Althainian soldiers are being driven back. Then you hear it, "Militia, for Althainia", the flood of Human settlers armed with old swords, pitchforks, hoes, you name it, if it could bludgeon or maim, they had it. The goblins maintain their ground but the drive forward has stopped.

The war continues.