Everyone's ears were filled with mournful screams of the wounded and the battle cries of the still active participant in the battle. Both attackers and defenders were giving the battle everything that they've got, it was either you die or I'll die situation all over the gate.
Waves of enemies garbed in varying sorts of armors flooded inside the grounds of the Irthakash Hold and the soldiers of Baron Masud were blocking the path inside without budging but their numbers were slowly dwindling and the tide of enemies that they face seemed to have no end. They were lucky that there was just a single point where their foes could go through to reach them or else with their numbers alone, they would've have long been overrun.