Many ladders were on fire—but many had also made it to the walls, already filled with Empire soldiers scrambling up like mad.
The Silesians broke into action, led by Kendrick, as he ran to the nearest ladder, raised his ax and swung, chopping it and sending it crumbling to the ground.
But Kendrick paid dearly for it: he shouted out in pain as an arrow pierced his bicep, blood squirting everywhere. He reached over and yanked it out with another great scream.
His attendant was not so lucky; an arrow pierced him through the throat, and he collapsed to the ground, dead.
Soldiers up and down the parapets ran for the ever-increasing number of ladders, trying to fend them off. Godfrey, to his credit, stood and ran for one, screaming his first battle cry; he seemed as if he had overcome someth
