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<span class="mu-s">"Fire the Cannon!</span>
The message is transmitted, and with a rumble, the saker fires once more, not at the enemy - but at the bridge! The cannonball tears through the aged stone columns, shattering them with ease. Those above do not even have time to react. Within moments, Vessena is crumbling, tearing itself to pieces as it collapses upon the Carsa. Men fall upon the lukewarm waters and are crushed by falling rocks. The bodies of those they had killed and their own comrades drag the living down to the bottom, stopping them from escaping, sealing their horrible deaths. Weighed by armor and tired by the fighting and sprinting, very few are even able go reach for the riverside. In moments - in but a few moments - hundreds of men have met with a grim fate. You, however, call it a success.
The tide of battle, which had for a moment seem lost, has turned entirely. The enemy's flanking strike, which had seemed as though sure to doom you, was destroyed with impunity. Well over a thousand of the foe's mercenaries now lay at the bottom of the river, and their one passage across the river lays with them. There is nothing the enemy can do to you now. Even their Gigantic Archers would be unable to do much, were you to simply pull back from the river shores outside of their range.
<span class="mu-i">So why do you not feel as though wind has turned in your favor?</span>
"Sir..?" says Joan, raising her voice for the first time in a while. You ask her what it is.
"Clouds, Sir. Of dust. In the south." she says, ever so calmly. Wordlessly, you turn your horse. You move further south, further than the treeline, so that you may see what she speaks of...
Knights. Thousands of Knights. Riding towards you with banners high.
The Famiglia has crossed the river.
>NO CHOICE FOR NOW
>UPDATE CONTINUES AS USUAL
