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Imladris · 06-06-2004, 02:26 PM

Stupid lietunant ordering the retreat... Jinan fumed. If they were going to attack, why not attack in style? These men could beat them if they all hurled themselves across the walls. He saw the men readying the catapults for firing, and then he understood why the lieutnant had pulled him back. They would batter down the walls and then they would pour in like a water from a broken dam. But why hadn't the leutnant ordered it in the first place? Jinan shrugged. And impossible question to be answered since he was not around to be asked.

Knowing the Gondorians, they would not let them hurl fire balls into their walls. They would try to stop them by shooting the men that operated them. Even as the the thought flitted through his mind, arrows plummeted from the sky, burying themselves into the joints of men's armor our glancing with a slight ping off the heavy chain mail. "Raise your shields!" Jinan shouted. The farmer oafs did not even know what to bloody do. He rolled his eyes. Incompetence.

Speaking of incompetence, where was that puppy Frôzhal. Cowering under a bundle of blankets, no doubt.

06-06-2004, 02:26 PM	#23
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,453	Stupid lietunant ordering the retreat... Jinan fumed. If they were going to attack, why not attack in style? These men could beat them if they all hurled themselves across the walls. He saw the men readying the catapults for firing, and then he understood why the lieutnant had pulled him back. They would batter down the walls and then they would pour in like a water from a broken dam. But why hadn't the leutnant ordered it in the first place? Jinan shrugged. And impossible question to be answered since he was not around to be asked. Knowing the Gondorians, they would not let them hurl fire balls into their walls. They would try to stop them by shooting the men that operated them. Even as the the thought flitted through his mind, arrows plummeted from the sky, burying themselves into the joints of men's armor our glancing with a slight ping off the heavy chain mail. "Raise your shields!" Jinan shouted. The farmer oafs did not even know what to bloody do. He rolled his eyes. Incompetence. Speaking of incompetence, where was that puppy Frôzhal. Cowering under a bundle of blankets, no doubt. Last edited by Imladris; 06-06-2004 at 02:40 PM.