The ground started off soaked in water. Then the first sound of metal on metal began, The war cries shouted as if starting in mid yell. Screams of pain and rage filled the air. The statues have thawed. At the sewer entrance the Althainian's mount a valiant defense but are forced to retreat deeper into the city, for the goblins are way too many. Many fall on both sides. It is impossible to tell just how many. At the East gate, New Thalos crashes through, met by a legion of pike men. Both sides tear into one another in a clash that defied the ears and eyes. For many years, these forces have waited, but to them, this has been going on for days. The battle subsides, all sides withdraw and regroup. Their commanders report to their kings. New Thalos is a bit shocked by the fact that it has a new king, but they recover quickly. Now it is dusk, the wounded are treated, the plans are made. What will tomorrow bring?