Sixteen men of revolting appearance, stoop of shoulder, squinty of eye with the loping tread of wolves, approached from the western slopes. They had fear in their eyes as though they expected an ambush. Each of the Hersir and Ulfsark militants clutched a vicious battle-axe under their ape like arm the others cowered in their prowl as jackals each carrying several throwing axes.
Kastor had the troops, now filled out with Arcus archers and Tumra spear throwers, gathered behind the southern most Guard Tower. In the van were six Murmillo and six Automations trailed by six Arcus archers. The two Chieroballistas were far to the rear, out of harm's way.
Kastor took the foremost position.
"Wait until you can see their fulsome eyes, advance then retreat to a position between the Guard Towers. Draw them into our trap. They have a horrific surprise waiting for them."
As mindless brutes they advanced into Kastor's trap. When the leading Hersirs and Ulfsarks made first contact, the Norse Axe throwers were within range of the Guard Towers. The sky turned dark as the killing barrage of missiles from the Tumra and Chieroballistas units rained down on the unsuspecting banes.
Kastor, the Murmillo and Automation Units waded into the Norse front line forming a salient and forcing the attackers under the Guard Towers. Even the Town Center was getting in a few shots at the foremost Norse units.
The ground ran red with Norse blood and the adversaries began to fall as overripe figs in a windstorm. Never did they sound retreat. They came in mass and fell in waves. As one would step over a fallen comrade he would be met with a killing wall of flashing short swords and the cudgel pole-ax of the Automations.
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