Adem was perched on the outer wall, watching helplessly as dozens of men around him poured arrows into the ranks of his allies.
Someone handed him a bow and some arrows. He emptied them harmlessly into the ground beneath the wall. Something, then, caught his attention.
Danny, Sam, and Sir Justin gathered together near the drawbridge, working together to disable any red soldier who got near them.
Danny's claws and poison glands were working overtime, ruthlessly taking down any enemy soldier he could get his hands on. Sam was much the same.
And Sir Justin presented an impressive sight on the back of his huge black stallion. He was running up and down the length of the moat, swinging his sword almost too fast to see it. The shine of the blade was dulled by the thick coating of blood across it.
Adem despaired to see around half of Justin's forces lying dead across the battlefield, having met their fates at the hands of the red soldiers. Adem never quite understood war.
All he understood now was this his friends needed to get into this castle.
