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Caine was also one of the first ones to the wall, but unlike Thanaros and Mikana, he stayed at the foot of it yelling at the various soldiers trying their best to erect a ladder. Not that he didn't see them scale the wall so effortless and fluidly, he saw it alright. He was one part impressed and two parts irritated that he couldn't do anything flashy like that. "Dammit! Leave me down here then! Not like I'd useful up there or anything!" He called upwards during their wall scaling.

"Hurry your bloody asses up! I wanted up there ten minutes ago! I could have killed half of them by now!" He yelled at the closest soldier who was trying his heart out to hold the base of the ladder while a line of others began to push upon it. All the while arrows pelted them. Every second he was below the wall was a second he spent penning up frustration at the slow speed of progress. Or rather, the feeling of being slow. In all honesty, the fact that the human berserker stood at front yelling at the soldiers probably sped the erection up faster than normal. Nobody wanted to get on the scary human's bad side, even if they were in the middle of a battle.

Another hail of arrows and Caine felt his shoulder jerk forward. He glanced over to see a black fletched arrow sticking out of his shoulder pauldron. "Son of a bitch," He cussed as he ripped the arrow of his armor. The thick live leather and armor combination only allowed a minor flesh wound, but the statement was clear. He was a sitting duck waiting to get sniped in the head. "Dammit! Move," He said, jerking an elf away from the base of the ladder and took his place. "Heave!" He ordered, and the ladder flipped upwards. Without letting go of his hand hold, he quickly scaled the ladder, perhaps one of the firsts ones to climb the wall via conventional methods... Prayers and Psionics be damned.

As he scaled the ladder, he happened to have the good fortune of witnessing a poor archer soul fall down to the earth with an arrow planted firmly in the head. Caine chuckled with hope that it was the bastard who had clipped him.

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Lily had deviated a bit from her flight plan and began to fire upon the spellflingers and archers on the wall, trying to buy as much time as she could for her comrades trying to erect the ladders. She passed over the wall, slinging arrows every which way, most hitting the soft fleshy chests and the areas under the arms. Some even went so far as to redirect fire to the elf raining death upon them on a metallic dragon.

A lot of good it did. The light and agile elf and lithe and maneuverable construct merely weaved between the arrows and spells like a dragonfly dancing around water drops in a rain. All the while she pelted them with some elven huntress fury. It was almost like... Well, almost like shooting fish in a barrel. It wasn't long before the elf witnessed the tip of the ladder meet the lip of the wall. Then a rather... Large fire ball projected itself into her flight path.

She clenched her legs tightly around the construct, which then dipped to the side and began to glide upside down protecting it's rider both from the heat and the searing light of the fireball. Lily took this opportunity to take an arrow from her sealed quiver, smoothly nock in her bow, and let it sing. She saw the projectile's collision into the face of an archer beside the newly erected ladder, who then fell to meet Caine midway down the ladder. With a wry grin, construct and rider righted themselves and finished off the strafing run.

At this point she urged the construct away from the wall, not wishing to mistakenly shoot an ally, as Mikana and Thanaros were already causing trouble (Cleaning house and taking care of the rest of the rangers) and Caine wasn't too far behind. Time to find a new target and subsequent victims. She turned around and headed towards the interior of the city.

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Finally Caine was at the tip of the wall and he was greeted with a... Boot to the face. Caine's head jerked back sickeningly as his brain tried to register what happened. There, he paused for a moment... Someone just had the balls to kick him in the face. Caine shot forward and grabbed the bastard by the chest and hauled him close. Oh! What luck! An Orcish Child! Berserk madness played across his face and he fumed, "Bad move, ugly," He muttered. The Orc inhaled to immolate Caine's entire upper body, but he never had the chance. Caine headbutted the orc and pulled him over the side. It was a long fall down to a queue of antsy soldiers. Chances were, the child wasn't going to survive long, if at all.

Then, Caine's first goal of the day was accomplished. Climb the wall, and kill the first unlucky sap he came across. Next on the agenda? Raise hell. On the wall, Caine finally unsheathed both swords, while at the same time catching sight of Mikana and Thanaros again. He pointed at them, clearly agitated and punctuated, "You! Left! Me!" and plunged one of his blades into the chest cavity of the nearest foe without taking his eyes off of the duo. He then turned away, and one could guess a wild grin formed at his lips. He finished off the helpless soul by using the other blade to lop off it's head. He didn't even know what race the thing was.

"Doesn't matter. Only thing that matters now, is that I'm here," he muttered as he made his way to the Children of Fire. He wanted a challange today.