The soldiers manning the Fort walls were completely caught off guard. None of them seemed to have proper measures to react. Before anyone could even begin thinking of counters, the white wolf had already landed atop the walls.
A strong paw swept across, taking a troops of over dozen out in a single attack.
Blood and screams of agony rained. Some fell from the walls, but even those who were lucky enough to land upon it felt as though every bone in their bodies had been broken.
Just like that, the proudest feature of the Fort was conquered. What was such protection worth if took just a single leap to circumvent?
"Give me a damned gun." Miles barked, snatching the Commander's rifle.