"YOUR GRACE! THE FIRES ARE SPREADING! WE CAN'T..."
"DEAL WITH IT!" Snowid grabbed the man by his collar and threw him back. Looking over the wall, he saw the Ammary military inching closer. The assault was about to begin, and his men's screaming about the fire wasn't helping him. Wiping the sweat from his head, he looked down at his city.
The outer city was partly destroyed. The massive blaze ate anything in its path, and people did their best to destroy buildings to stop their spread. The plan was set up in a hurry, but its implementation worked. Yet it wasn't enough. Snowid couldn't afford to mobilise his men to assist. "FUCK!" Snowid slammed his fist into the wall and looked at his enemy.
