York smiled as the two fighters retreated from the battlefield. He sheathed his blade and picked up the shield, playing with the sliced straps.
"Why did he have to break the shield?" York said to himself
This wasn't even half of his army, the rest had surely destroyed at least the smaller Telvanni towns...York marveled at what he had done. He breathed in the smell of the burning village and the blood from the soldiers.
He telepathically ordered the lines to form back up, getting ready to finish off the keep.
The humans were retreating,
"Arcyakt, their lines have fallen...they are in full retreat. I'm engaging the keep now."
The lines moved slowly toward the bridge leading into Wolverine hall. They waited to enter on his command.
He laughed as the humans that did not flee stood on the wall, firing their bows pointlessly at the constructs.
OOC:Calling all good guys in Sadrith Mora, please leave the city soon I wanna raid Wolverine hall.

He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. - Friedrich Nietzsche