On top of the city wall, three grim faces looked out over the sea of people besieging their city… but most of all, they focused on the recently formed, blazing triangle.
"What are they up to…" the left-most man muttered, gloved fingers stroking his chin under his golden mask. Red eyes shone from behind open slits in his visor.
"Who cares!" the right-most man bristled, his half-naked body twitching from restlessness, the fur of his werejackal body standing on end.
Two sabres trembled in his hands, desperate to taste the blood of his enemies, his jaw and animal teeth trembled with barely contained rage. "We'll deal with it when they inevitably come! I still don't understand why we're not fighting on the walls with our men! Why are we just standing here watching them?!"
