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It was decided that the army would remain put; the slowness of the treemen would hopefully hamper the rest of the enemy footmen, and time would be essential so you could both regroup and position.
To take better advantage of the walls, you had one of your flanks placed against it to block at least one potential attack route. And with it being high summer, and the bark of the treemen probably dry, fires were ignited so the archers could light their arrows and so ignite their bodies.
Between the lines of the footmen and the archers, piles of dried straw and wood were laid down and ignited. All archers would be instructed to focus their fire on the treemen, aiming to eliminate them quickly before they would trash their way through your precious infantry lines.
The cavalry would ride about as well to counter-flank if they tried to flank you. And they came; the wild beasts came first: direwolves, boars and bears. Charging through upon the lines with feral ferocity. And though they did take down unlucky sods with their weight, most couldn't bite, scratch nor chew their way through mail. And soon the poleaxes came hacking and slashing at the beasts, their sharp blades finding weak spots in the thick fur and tough hide.
A distraction, an appetiser, nothing more. If this Narmamorë thought this would stop you, you could see why he lost in the crusades.
<span class="mu-s"> Roll a 1d100 [DC65]</span>
