[b] [u] Baron Isaiah Markul, The Black Knight [/u] [/b]

As the Baron's attack hit home, something was not right... It was armored on the underside? And then he felt the earth... it was in pain... Oh no... [B]"Everyone, to me!"[/B] He commanded as He planted his foot down. Alas, only the Archer from before was close enough as the wall was obliterated... Except for some of it. Most of the gate remained, Markul willing the stone to stay together, trying to soothe it's agony. He didn't stop the waves, and he grimaced in the extreme pain of the effort, but he stood strong. But it would not last... Grabbing the Archer, he raised a stone disk and stepped on it, moving some stone to 'surf' down as the gate he had kept intact crumbled. The wall was gone, and at that point it became clear the city had no chance. Now, Markul knew nothing of the sides that fought, but he did not like to be defeated, and he did not like allowing the very possibility of one who had hurt the earth so to live. 

So, these people, whoever they were, had made an enemy. Time would tell if this would even matter. He set the Archer down, dusting himself off. [b]"So, I can see this city will fall. So I will be taking my leave. You are free to do as you wish, though I'd prefer if you didn't throw your life away..."[/b] He said, placing his hands in the brickwork of a nearby building as he parted the wall, almost like curtains and stepped through. The Archer wasn't sure what to think...