“Enemy on the eastern walls!”

This deep yell from the west threw Festus out of his trance. A quick glance to the east walls, confirmed the news. Standing over the corpse of a sentry was one of the barbarians, bloodied and wearing a suit of chainmail that looks two sizes too small. In his hand was the body of another unfortunate sentry who was struggling less and less as the knife sticking out of his throat cut off his breathing and filled his lungs with his own blood.

Festus saw the barbarian manage to grab a third victim before his vision was blocked by an officer as he jogged past with a faint limp on one leg. He was followed by a heavily armoured woman, wielding a beautifully crafted halberd in a stance that looked as though she was ready to strike at anyone who threatened her. This weapon and her armour however, seemed much too cumbersome for her small body and each step seemed to drain her of strength as she tried to keep up with the officer and he barged through the crowd.

Gawking for long enough, Festus snacked the crowd around him and saw that none of the other defenders had moved to help the officer. Deciding that there was enough on this segment of the wall Festus chased after them. Tightening his grip as he balanced his glaive over his right shoulder he quickly moved towards the eastern wall, pushing past any defender who was too stunned to move.

Struggling through the crowds took time as his young body, while quite strong from lots of manual labour wasn't quite as built for strength as it could be. He reached the towers southern exit, leading out onto the eastern wall to see the officer thrown to the floor. His longsword hanging from the barbarian’s chest. Pulling it out of his ribcage, the large northerner stalked towards the downed man, crunching over the corpses of dead sentries. 

The officer tried and failed to stand up, his bum knee obviously giving his problems as his death moved ever closer. He drew his knife and pointed it at the creature looming over him. He turned around and a look of dismay came over him, as his eyes set on the heavily clad female behind him, who stood as though she had become paralysed by fear.
shrieked out an order; “Don't just stand there you stupid bitch, kill him!”

Spurred on, Festus raised the glaive from his shoulder swung it down as hard as he could, the barbarian, who hadn't been expecting an attack reacted faster than he should have and raised one of his bloodied swords to deflect the polearm. Diverted from its path the glaive swung to the left and bit into the barbarian’s right shoulder. Knowing it was only a minor wound, Festus dragged the blade free as quickly as he could. This opened the wound further and caused a stream of blood to trickle down its arm.