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There must have been two dozen of the monsters coming from the direction of Morrslieb. The men who Lucian understood to be Engineers tried had began moving their cannons to fire upon the incoming monsters of flight. Yet he watched as they began swinging through the air, acting erratically as if they were many birds in flock swarming over a corpse.
The distance had made the lie of their size quickly clear as they arrived over the battlefield. They were roughly the sizes of large Bretonnian Horses, their maws easily big enough to take wholesale the heads of Dwarf and Man alike. Their eyes were black in the green light of the evil moon hanging above their heads.
They were but the heralds, Lucian realized, as from below what was once a horde of Skeletons attacking at random had ceased instantly. Instead the Skeletons moved as if puppetted by a greater power into standard formation expected of their breed.
Then, behind these newly organized skeletons, assembled an army of immense size. Not just were there Skeletons but the half frozen corpses of zombies whose clothes had simply frozen together instead of falling off because of the rot and decay of dying bodies. Then he realized, where the Skeletons were mostly short and stout like Dwarfs these Zombies were humped but still taller.
Their clothing left, tatters of green and brown mixed with numerous holes about them, left little to imagine whose people they were. After all, Lucian had worn clothes just like those when he was in Verac.
Time had run out Lucian realized when a mighty horn was sounded out across the battlefield, a sound foreign that rang a cord with the Rune that danced across his chest. The cannon had taken out five of the flying creatures, the beasts no longer having the ability to avoid the attacks at such close range. They were not impeded, for Lucian guessed that the weird flesh birds were as undead as the creatures walking across on the ground below.
These birds, carrion terrors of the sky, quickly threw themselves upon the cannons of the Dwarfs. Lucian watched as one of the monsters snared one of the rods and tugged at it just as the crew fought back against it. He found himself rushing over, grabbing with one hand on a rope that was being pulled by the warriors.
One of the Dwarfs quickly took a torch and slammed it onto a string which peaked out of the weapon. Lucian felt the blast of the weapon as the cannon blew off the skull of the monster which allowed them to pull the cannon back in.
