http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icJNm6vDCggThe party and the soldiers backed up by the mages held valiantly, not even letting the first tier of the fort fall but not without losses.
The bugs climbed the walls after they were unable to breach the gates, making it easier to fight them as there were less to deal with at any given times.
Ariccia got pretty much bug goo on her mace and kept those around her in tip-top shape.
Timbre couldn't realise the full potential of his magic from the nagging words of the book back in his mind, but at least he did not get hurt while flinging fireballs.
Lucky wasn't so lucky as he was injured early on, not allowing him to take out much of the enemy.
Feldspar and his commandees did the best job, finally managing to work in unison, killing the most insects and Mendy keeping everyone safe.
Yvonne got some scrathes but nothing major when fighting, though she could have killed more if she could ride Tatanka as usual, but he got a a leg busted early on, taking him out of combat for a while.
For a strange reason, the waves have stopped.
The bugs stopped climbing the walls, skittering on the bridge and at the base of the walls, but not attacking.
This momentarly pause allows you to survey the damage.
Grit proved his name, slaughtering any insect getting close to him. He is barking orders, but glances worriedly at Crystal Clear who got pretty cut up when she saved Spirit Fire from certain death.
Charon looks dangerously exposed without any armor but stood at the back safely, teleporting the injured from the front for medics to take care of.
Lumine de Lux, the Priestess is tending to the wounds of Cheery, the Pinkie follower. It looks like she really cares about him after all. You can also see from those wounds that Cheery has a dull grey coat, and the pink one is only paint.
And even the grumpy old mare from the cafeteria is out here, fighting alongside the soldiers with a large butchers knife.
Everyone got healed.
Most of the soldiers are tired.
It's already late afternoon.
You can hear a loud, bellowing laughter from that hole with the bugs…