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"And then, they just started walking towards the tower, with the city behind its primairy goal". Joseph ends, waving his fingers as to broadcast the numerous avatars of amazons stepping out of bushes, behind trees or hidden behind hills. Slowly, they start pacing, the tower in their way. Weapons still holstered, no presentation of defense, offense or intention.

"They just wonder closer and close to this city that has seen a rise in 'quality', so to say with the poorest and most wretched exiled and left to die. With the rise, one would think they'd be prepared for what is to come". The clown laughs a bit after stating that, an expectation that their fallacy would be exposed.

"Those gazing from their cozy and heightened position, being who they were, drew their arrows, crossbows, whatever projectiles they had at the ready. Without knowing their intention, they just shoot for kill at the women, their pejoratives taking over what one would consider diplomacy before hostility".

The avatars of archers are seen shooting a wave of arrows at the amazons, still walking with seemingly no sense of self-preservation.

"Of course, walking into a slew of arrows was in no shape their goals. And so, in a symphony, all of the projectiles shatter against their claymores, somewhat augmented by their tribal arcane for range".

In unisson, the amazons in bone armor all draw their weapons and swing to the left, sending a wall of wind and metal confronting the arrows. Their walking pace shifts to a sprinting one. Those at the tower panic and throw more arrow hails, only for them to fail as well. Although, to their benefit, a few amazons actually get crippled by stray shots. Soon enough, knights come seeping out of the gate, yelling for blood. Their targets, those weakened by moderate injuries. This looked to be a quick suppression of offense.

"Unfortunately for them, those tribal women in their new hardened bone attire didn't come all this way just to be shot and mowed down by they had gazed into a while ago. They had...something new. Or, as I'd prefer, a whole pack of someones new"

Joseph lifts a hand as if to raise a curtain. Out of nowhere, a lightspot bursts to life on individuals, all encased in what looked like to be trench coats, fabricated from leather with their own set of bones at joint points. The first thing striking those individuals, were the very explicit fact that all were men, seeing by their frames. Secondly, their bone attires, while looking similar to each other, all had a custom look to them. Their bone helms, differenciated from each other. Some had extra bone padding on an arm, others on a leg, chest, back, neck. It was clear that none were the same.

Slowly, these new comers rise a slew of staves, scepters, focuses...