Castle Siege

Twang, whirrr, thud. A hail of arrows rains sdown from the castle walls. As the enemy approaches with their siege towers, catapults, battering rams, the first line of defense, the cavalry, rushes out to stop the war before it begins. Quickly the battering rams are disabled, the siege towers lit. But now the endless wave of trained soldiers falls upon the horsemen, cutting them down in their retreat. They reach the castle gate and are let in before the tides turn and rocks begin falling from the machicolations. Finally, the enemy relents, thwarted by our constant stream of arrows, the destruction of their machines, the obliteration of their forces.