Nargesh watched as both Shar and the rogue Dakgu begin the assault in earnest. Nargesh did not much care for archers and the rest of the cowardly ilk. To her eyes, the bow was no true weapon, a glorified hunting tool; nothing more. She might appreciate his skill all the same as he managed to strike one of the figures on the wall. Nargesh was surprised the palisades even had walkways. It seemed the fort was further along in its construction than she had originally thought. It made little difference in the end to her. There was no sign of Gaelel, so Nargesh could only assume she had slinked off to infiltrate the enemies position while they were distracted by the attack. Greatsword resting on one shoulder and surrounded by the companies veteran blades, Nargesh smiled. Adorned in the heavy plate of which she was well known, the skulls tied to her built languorously rattled from a slight breeze from the east. The wind stroked the fur pads on her shoulder guards, details not lost on Nargesh even over the roaring charge of her allies. While she was glad that the attack had begun, she frowned at the still closed gate. Nargesh was hardly going to wait for the doors to be knocked open, peppered by archers all the while, only to be stuck in a bottleneck and take unnecessary casualties that would only prolong the battle. Thankfully, Nargesh had a way to get around such a predictable obstacle. On the small hill, she waited upon she cast he gaze in a slow turn across the surrounding terrain. The blades with her shifted impatiently in their armor, wanting to join the assault, but too disciplined to voice a complaint. 

Gratefully it did not take long to spot what she needed. Further behind the line of siege engines being prepped for the attack, laid a massive boulder, one much to large for the small baskets that would soon be hurling missiles over the wall of the enemy castle. While unusable for the catapults, it would serve Nargesh's desire perfectly. Walking toward the massive stone briskly, Nargesh stabbed her sword within the earth next to it. Then breathing in sharply bent and gripped either side of the rock. With a grunt, she flexed her impressive muscle mass and stood up slowly, bringing the boulder off the ground with astonishing ease. Hefting the stone -a piece of rock easily the size of an Cadoorian siege onager in it's own right, but much heavier- nearly over her head, Nargesh strode up the hill once more, then breathing out slowly, she turned once, twice, thrice, and several more times as she built up speed. After she had felt she had reached the proper speed, she let fly. The stone went hurling end over end toward the palisades, before striking the top edge with such force as to bend the large tree trunks used in it's construction and send snapped pieces of wood flying. A few men even went flying before they even knew what was going on, while the boulder itself then struck a building several yards behind the wall. 

At this point, several of the orcs around Nargesh stared on in surprised shock, before hooting and cheering. The makeshift missile had bent a segment of the wall inward, though it had not collapsed outright, one could conceivably run up the length of the bent wooden trunks and into the castle yard proper. Old Eyedrinker had wanted to leave the castle intact as possible, fine and green for him. One relatively small part of the wall bent the wrong way should not serve to spark his ire. Retrieving her greatsword she looked to the orcs around her, “Well? What are you undur kurv's waiting for! Mirdautas vra!” 

With that, she charged the wall directly, even as the wild howls of wargs started fill the night sky. The blades followed close behind, but Nargesh easily outpaced them and all but the warg riders themselves. Having recovered from the shock of the boulders flight through a piece of their defenses, archers in guard towers shouted warnings and had begun to pull arrows from quivers. The distinct whistle of arrows taking flight through the air was like a familiar tone to Nargesh's ears. Most of the projectiles thumped around her feet, narrowly missing her and the wargs around her. One arrow struck the through the front leg of one beast and it toppled in a savage forward roll with it's rider. The downside of wargs was their increased size made them easier targets, but the depth of darkness of night, coupled with the surprise and shock of the attack gave the defenders little time to exploit this to their advantage. One arrow struck her shoulder, snapping on contact with the steel plate under her fur coating. The leather lining prevented any true damage, and the slight sting was easily ignored, as were the few other lucky strikes that managed to find her during her charge. The archers had the time only for two full volleys before the first wargs reached them, three by the time Nargesh had arrived at the wall. Not missing a beat or slowing in the least, she leaped at the last moment upon reaching the damaged section of the wall. She cleared ten feet, just overtaking the almost prone palisades she bounded over, and landed with an echoing thud on the hard-packed ground of the castle. The majority of the men-at-arms had ran to the front gate, believing -in what would most circumstances be true- that the gate would need their aid more than anything else.

 So the as Nargesh took in her surroundings with the quick speed of a veteran warrior. Only a trio of archers rushing to the ladders and the walls themselves were present to meet Nargesh's sword. Seeing black skinned giantess leaping out of the darkness and right into his path, the leading man barely had time to screech to a stop; bow still in hand and an arrow stringed. A bow sadly was no defense against Nargesh's sword, however, and her first swing of the nights battle -and by extension kill- saw her sweep her sword up in a forward arch. Cutting the man from balls to neck, easily splitting his leather jerkin and chest underneath. Before he had even fallen, and his comrades had taken full stock of the situation, Nargesh rocked forward and brought her sword around for a swing at the second archers neck, between his head and right shoulder. The blow nearly severed the man's hand [i]and[/i] shoulder in one blow. The third archer had by now dropped his bow and was quickly back peddling, attempted to draw free a short sword. He was lucky to have a sword at all considering his designation as a bowmen, but it would do him little good. Pulling her sword free from the now corpse of the second archer, Nargesh continued her advance and stabbed forward just before the man could clear his sword. He was impaled through the lower part of his body, where chest and stomach met; in other words his thorax. The jab cut through several arteries and thus caused a spray of blood to follow her quick retrieval of her sword as she tore it free.