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[pauldron]

Probably. Fill a trench with explosives and that'll slow anything down.

[But that takes time to get going. Even if these things vanish come morning, would they have the time they need to get it up and running? Probably not. The only thing to do is hold the line. Not to mention...

One of the other arches on the wall gets off a good shot, but their arrow was steel, not silver or gold. The Spartae falls to pieces, but bones rattle their way back into order all too soon. It's not just for every one they fell two more take their place, but they can't even fell the first one to begin with! She grips the wall tight, fingers going white beneath her gloves.]

But we're going to need a lot of explosives to slow down this mess. Detonating that much would take out the wall, too.

[Which. Defeats the point. Urgh! They're stuck between a bone and a hard place, aren't they? Dammit.]

[chivalread]

[ He seems to be much on the same page as she is – they don’t have the luxury of options, of human opponents with human weaknesses and a human commander. They have a wall, they have the high ground, and they have to pray it holds until sunrise. ]

Then we just have to keep doing what we’re doing and hope we can hold them back until morning.

[ “Should haves” won’t serve them now. Ashe draws another arrow back and releases, the silver-tipped bolt managing to take one of the skeletons between the ribs. That seems to be enough to cleave its soul away, and it drops to be trampled by its brethren. ]