The demon's hot breath flowed through the hole in the door like an evil white cloud carried by the bitter cold air pouring into the stone tower through the ever widening hole in the door and with each snarl and grunt, the demon's ax cleaved away even more of the suddenly fragile wooden barrier that was all that stood between Sergeant Garth's men and certain death.
-PFEEEEEEE- -PANG!-
The sound of Saith's sling whistling in the air before a small stone panged off the demons's helm shocked Garth out of the fog of fear that clouded his mind as he began shouting orders at last.
"Slings are useless 'gainst armor," Garth bellowed. "Saith, go ring tha' bell! Everyone else, grab shields an' form up on me! Hold 'em back till Saith rings tha' bell!"
