Arrows rained down on the armies of chaos. The siege engines were protected. In addition to the hardened hides and armor, the armies carried great structures that covered the engines from the onslaught. Goblins would heft the screaming shields a few inches off the ground, take no more than four steps forwards and then set them down. It was slow and painful going, though Siege did not care to imagine what the structure felt.

Foot by foot, yard by yard, they approached the wall. Behind them the main force of the army waited for an opening to descend. On either side, his fellow Renders waited to provide it.

It was like moving through a cave. Darkness engulfed the entourage. The only light at the end of the tunnel would be what the engine could provide. Until…

Harsh light came stream in, red tinted from flame and tinged with echoes of pain. Arrows searched out the exposed weakness and found their way inside the shelter of destruction. The engine cried out as shafts of flame priked his skin. The goblins rushed to put them out but it was too late. The engine ROARED! And rushed forward. More bows met their aim as he met his. The great gate shuddered as he shouldered into them, headless of the whine of gobs as they worked to bring a roof back over his head.

But he had no need of roof. Rain did not bother him when it was made of splinters and crumbling stone.