While the left and right wings advanced toward ramps that would carry them to the top of the town walls, Captain Ultrech's heavily armored Iron Tusk soldiers let loose with their own battle cry as they formed a single, cohesive block of men, charging straight toward the tunnel through the gatehouse toward the plaza beyond.
"Trample! Trample! Trample!"
The sound of armor jangling filled the air along with the rhythmic -THUD- -THUD- of a hundred feet marching in perfect unison at a pace that would rival trotting horses. But even the best trained of horses would struggle to match he disciplined pace with perfect spacing and interlocking shields that the Iron Tusked soldiers displayed as they advanced inexorably toward their enemies.
"Mark your targets!" the Glass Eyed captain following behind the rush of armored infantry shouted to the remaining twenty archers who followed him. "Don't waste an arrow on a hasty shot, Lord Hauke will give us cover!"
