The polished stone projectiles, reloaded and ready, whistled ominously through the air, tearing through the ground and leaving a horrific path of blood and mud.
The heavy crossbows, as thick as a baby's arm, pinned Saracen soldiers in full armor together.
Their sturdy armor was as fragile as paper before this terrifying war machine.
Rauf, mounted on a warhorse and clad in exquisite scale armor, watched from afar amidst his personal guard, feeling momentarily at a loss for what to do.
"The enemy is currently in turmoil and can only exert half of their power at most."
"With the Scorpion-tailed Lion and Minot working together, even if they can't defeat the Witch, they can at least match her."
"We have already placed two siege towers against the city walls, and our chief force is engaged in fierce battle. To withdraw now would mean all previous efforts are wasted."
