Muiri wasn't particularly bothered about where her halberd was going to hit, as long as it hit something somewhere. The savage, preferably. She felt encouraged by the young man who inflicted a gash on the barbarian, who was now clutching his shoulder in agony, blood trickling through the gaps in his meaty fingers. Heaving the impressive weapon over her shoulders, Muiri launched a - somewhat unintentionally - vicious attack, landing the steel deep between the savage's shoulder blades. Blood sprayed from the wound and Muiri nearly gagged as it splattered her face and armour. When she expected to taste blood, Muiri expected her own and not some vile savage. The barbarian lurched forwards and the Battle-born stumbled with him, not willing to let the polearm free. 

The savage turned, searching for his offender but she remained clinging for dear life behind him. 

"Out of the way!" Muiri shouted to the men, as the barbarian remained stationary, simply growling and looking from left to right angrily. She had a plan, albeit not the best plan, but a plan was a plan after all. While the Captain sat, licking his wounds and the other man seemed not to have any idea as to what to, Muiri figured her plan was as good as any. The savage let out a strained roar, striking fear into the hearts of all the soldiers around them, not that they were doing anything anyway. If she didn't act now, she'd probably be dead on the floor in seconds.

Grabbing the polearm Muiri jerked it backwards, taking the barbarian with it. She raised her foot and the moment the barbarian came into reach, she gave him a kick with all her might. The halberd hadn't released itself like she had expected and again Muiri was forced to follow the savage as he blundered towards the crenellations. He stopped himself on a merlon, his gargantuan body hanging through the crenel. The Battle-born took this as opportunity and gave him a final shove, causing him to lurch off the edge.

Muiri felt the wind whip across her face, as well as gravity pulling her off the wall. She scrambled to grab whatever she could on the wall, which happened to be a poorly placed stone that stuck out like a sore thumb. The barbarian remained dangling off her polearm and it took nothing more than a good shaking to let him free. The blood-soaked blade slipped loose and the savage plunged towards the ground, colliding with a satisfying "thud."

"Someone help!" Muiri cried, realising that she was hanging off a wall with one hand and holding a weapon in the other. Sure, she could swing a big axe around a bit but there was no way she could muster the upper body strength to pull herself up. Nonetheless, Muiri did not appreciate being called a bitch.