Chapter Forty-Eight
Andron stared in horror as attackers burst through the gate, tossing nearly half a dozen men who held it. Draeyks and daerions stormed through the broken entrance. Andron stood in the stretch of clear space between the gate and defenders in front of an army of crossbowmen, archers, and spearmen.
“Loose!” Andron called.
Arrows, spears, and bolts littered the air in a mist. Some harmlessly bounced off the hardened scales of draeyks or horns of daerions, but others found soft spots, and dozens of creatures fell. Andron raised his sword high in the air. Surrounding him, men and kheshlars alike drew weapons.
“Charge!” he yelled.
Archers and crossbowmen retreated through the ranks of pikemen, who moved forward with the spearmen to form several rows of defenders with thei
