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Zireno, having see the wall come down Shouted to the gate keeper to open the gate. The gate keeper did so and Zireno yelled "Charge!" before riding out to meet the enemy force. His paladins followed in perfect V formation. Drawing his sword Zireno quickly made his way to the front lines. His inspiration made the spearmen against the castle's siege gate charge with him.

Jewlet looked at the wall as it came down. She watched Zireno as he screamed 'Charge'. She cheered them on as she slowly followed behind them. She stopped at the gate. Looking around, she tried to find a high place. She made her way up to the high place she had found to watch the battle. She really wasn't quite happy with battle she was about to see, but she must report back and tell how it went.

Jewlet Looked over at Grant and smiled lightly. "Hello Sir Grant." She looked back at the Forces ahead. She watched the archers as they ready themselves. "I do not mind. Yes it does." She said. She quickly turned her head as Grant handed her the bow and arrow. She frowned when she saw Zireno. She wished he would have listened to her, but that boy listened to no one. "He's sending his men to their graves." She said under her breath. Then she watched the arrows fly after Grant ordered the archers to fire. 'To far.' She thought as climbed up on to the stone wall that kept people from falling. She prepared to fire the arrow. She was a little unsteady at first, but she got her balance. Then she closed one eye and narrowed the other. Her dress fluttered in the wind and her braided hair whipped around behind her as she shot the arrow. She bit her lip as she used her power to add force to the shot. She smiled as it hit an enemy in the shoulder. "Dang. Not what I was aiming for." She frowned as she spoke.

The King was sleeping as Ric entered the chambers. Ordinarily, this would be of no surprise, as his father had been growing steadily weaker by the day, but in the midst of battle, Ric could not help but expect the father he had always known, stern and ready to charge out into battle, to do what he believed was right. "I am back Father. It would seem that the enemy has gotten closer, I am not sure how long we will be able to hold," RIc wanted so desperately for his father to take charge as he always would, but the man remained silent with the exception of shallow breaths, and his eyes closed, "I I am so sorry father, it would seem that I am not a worthy heir." still the man did not stir.

As Ric stared down upon his father's pale face, he could not help but wonder what the King would do in this situation, "Hm, you would probably be out there battling alongside Zireno wouldn't you?" A half laugh escaped Ric's throat as a revelation came to him, "So I suppose that is what I shall do as well." Slowly the prince stood up and turned away, "Sleep well Father, Hopefully, I shall return."

Though he did not show it, Cyrith was slightly startled by his mother's suddenly interest in his life. It could only mean that something was seriously wrong, "OH, you know, same old, same old," the Prince answered meekly, not wishing to go into anymore detail with HIS MOTHER. Instead, he turned his attention to the pieces on the board, "So, I see Kitty enjoys his toys."

Jewlet felt her gut cringe. That wasn't a good sign for her. She carefully watch Zi and his men. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the enemy retreating. This confused her, were those men just a distraction like with the dinner or have a much stronger force arrived or was that were actual just retreating. What ever it was, she would have to be ready for it. "Way to easy. Sir Grant, I fear they be something, we may not see, is coming." She still stood on the wall with just the bow in her hand.

When Alexander had assured Dainne that he was safe with the other Tou, Dainne had wasted no time in returning to the battle field. Though the battle was fierce, it seemed to Dainne that the force did not seem to be fully focused on the fight itself. He weaved in and out of the other combatants, dealing disabling blows to his enemies, taking care not to kill any. of course, he had no control over their blood loss and realized that many might still persih from it. If for nothing else, he thought survivors could be questioned by the royal family once the battle was over.

Almost as quickly as the fighting had begun, the enemy turned at once and began to retreat. Dainne made no effort to attack, instead seeking Leon and Aiden through the thinning numbers. After a moments search, he found them together, leaning against each other wearily. Both their garments were torn to tatters, seeming to barely cling to their frames. In places blood could be seen running freely where a blade had not been dodged in time. Prone forms lay all around them, whether they were unconscious or not wasn't yet known.

Smiling, Dainne walked over to them and clapped them both on the shoulder. They both smiled wearily and surveyed the emptying battlefield. Ahead of them the group could see Prince Zireno looking at something on the ground. As the group approached, Dainne stepped forward and raised a hand to the uncouth Prince. "It would seem the day is yours Prince, however strange the circumstances. Clearly this wasn't an invasion force, or the casualties would have been much higher." Dainne reached the prince's side and looked down at the ground. Among the blood-stained grass lay a banner, most likely of the enemy. As Dainne scrutinized the flag, his eyes widened in shock. Stepping back he let out a small gasp of surprise, unable to contain his shock. Though the banner itself was not familiar, the green gem was. He quickly grasped his sword and looked at the pommel, staring at the gem that rested there. There is no mistake. They are the same. What could this mean though? I do not recognize the banner or any of these men! It is not of Merional. It cannot be.

Leon and Aiden stepped forward and glanced at the banner for themselves. Slowly, a look of surprise spread to their usually stolid faces and Leon quickly turned to Dainne. "Your Highness, that means nothing! It is merely a coincidence, nothing more. Aiden nodded his head vigorously in agreeance.