"KEEP PUSHING!" Octavius cried out as he climbed the siege tower. Reaching up, he pulled himself up the final ladder and looked at the weak garrison force left in Jaslo. The defenders desperately fought, holding a firm line against the onslaught, but their overwhelming numbers eventually told. Octavius moved forward, crossing the thick wooden platform, twirling his sword.
Jumping onto the wooden walls, a defender leapt forward, trying to catch him off guard. Raising his shield, the attack bounced off. Twisting his body, he plunged his sword deep into his stomach and quickly pulled the blade out, kicking the man's body back into his comrades. Octavius looked at the Ammary soldiers, each with a face of grim determination, who would hold the line.
