349 Griffin

 "They keep on coming…" sword drawn, posture firm, greyness of the sunless sky made seeing clearer. Not contemplating the brightness, the mind, and eyes could relax and focus. Massive stone-walls were erected along the slope. Its gates had spikes facing outwards. Untouched and unbreeched, said fortress seemed as if a goal too far to reach. 

Beasts of varying sizes, normally bigger than the average man, stood with growls. A humanoid icy body that resembled golems. Guardians of the fortress. The heads weren't circular or oval. It was of a cup, one with the edges pointy as if teethes. The arms and legs were as big as tree trunks. Some bore weapons whilst others were lighter and faster. The battle had taken place in front of the walls; a makeshift magical barrier prevented any unwilling escape. A confined space where the outside could come in but never leave.