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[colour=Pink]"Ready!"[/colour]

MacKensie held her hand high, checking behind her to make sure the mages were casting.  She could feel the tension in her soldiers as they held their bow and arrows in position.  And then her delay was rewarded as a great many bows in The Rabbits' hands started to glow again.  [colour=Pink][i]J'ai vous![/i][/colour]

[colour=Pink]"Fire!"[/colour]

It sounded like a drum roll as everyone released.  A wave of arrows slashed the wind apart, comet-tails of flames on every third arrow.  Orcs and goblins dropped dead or were pushed stumbling backward into the siege tower from which they appeared.  A fire started inside the top of the siege tower and enemies pushed past their injured bretheren and tripped over the dead bodies to get out.  MacKensie wished she could have taken advantage with another volley, but the tops of ladders appeared on the battlements, right in front of The Rabbits.

[colour=Pink]"Swords!"[/colour]

Upon sighting the first opponents to climb up and onto the walls, right in front of her, she was taken aback to see not orcs or goblins, not dark elves or skeletons, but humans.  She faltered for a second as her mind played her an intrusive memory of back in the Temple of Hades when she'd slit the throat of that cultist.  No slaying of a mere beast.  Murder.  Her eyes squeezed almost shut as she summoned every ounce of determination and will power she could muster to banish her reservations.

[colour=Pink]"Give them no rest!"[/colour]

The Rabbits pushed up against the battlements and fought to keep the corrupted tribesmen off the wall.  Many enemies cried out as they fell all the way the ground.  Some died to the defenders' blades.  Some fought back viciously and stayed alive long enough to see one of their own climb up behind them and help.  There was no way to stop the slowly increasing number of enemies on the walls.  And now there was barely a block that were free enough to provide ranged support.  MacKensie had stepped into the third rank as to not be embroiled in melee combat.  She held both loaded crossbows and placed bolts in the spaces between her fingers, then activated her [i]Deadly Flurry[/i] - blue flames dancing from her shoulders to the tips of her fingers - and then, with a blur, she machine-gunned off eight bolts in less than two seconds.  With god-speed she continued, left hand holstering her crossbow, reaching into her pouch for a fistful of bolts that she released into the air in front of her.  Her right hand, holding her primary weapon, came sweeping across the air, side-on, catching each bolt in the firing mechanism and letting it fly in lightning-quick succession.  The entire Deadly Flurry move had started and finished within four seconds, resulting in fourteen dead enemies, each dropping with a bolt between the eyes.

MacKensie caught movement in her peripheral vision and did a double-take to see three Dark Elven Screamers come jumping off the outside of the siege tower and right onto The Rabbits.  Their screams were blood-curdling and their dual wielding style was ferocious.  The Rabbits on the flank didn't stand a chance.  As one of her soldiers fell, MacKensie fired a shot off at the Screamer in retribution, but the dark elven woman parried the bolt out of the air and looked right at the block Captain.  The three Screamers cut right through the din of battle with high pitched warcries, inciting fear.  MacKensie jumped onto the battlements and ran along towards the new threat, reloading her crossbow, killing an enemy dwarf with her dagger, then firing said-crossbow, close range, at a human to clear a way.  One more tribesman needed felling before MacKensie could get close enough to the Screamers to jump off the battlements and into melee combat with one of them.

The frenchwoman quickly realised that she was outmatched.