A similar situation was happening to Zaol's side, though in his case he also had a few more assistants, so the enemies only managed to land a few hits, none of which had been close to taking down anything, except for the loose sentries. Those were too far away to defend effectively.
Zaol was not an elementalist, but he was a relatively skilled level 55 spearman. He fought against the most powerful level 54 and a level 45 enemy guarding the trebuchet. One of them was a bald man with a perennial sneer on his face, and was also someone Zaol knew.
Meanwhile, his assistants, including some of Mettheo's guards and cronies with him, defended against the others.
"Who'd have thought we'd meet here?" The level 54 fighter, Kalbo, sneered as he barraged him with his attacks, getting his underlings to attack the old man from other angles to distract him.
