*The Horns were blown, the word was given. The Army has summoned aid at the wall, many raced towards the wall to give their aid. In the midst of the running many was a lone man, walking down the way. Drinking back his Flagon, that seemed to never end.
He approached the wall, as people clamored above. He took his time moving up the wall, his armor bulky and not letting him move quickly as it is, but he moved and went to the top to see what there was to see, noticing all the siege weaponry and Towers ready to take hold of the city walls.
With a swig of his drink, he yelled to the army below. " Bring me Oil, lets burn these mothers down ". His yell for aid was not unheard, as other heroes and the armed men and women of the city fought on, to stop the attacks. The Prophet simply started to set ablaze the ladders that hit the walls, moving quiet fast, almost unhuman compared to what he was moving before, just moving between each ladder, while clouds of arrows rained down on the Prophet, he simple lifted his shield up to block the incoming attack, taking minor damage.
With the ladders ablaze so few started to come up, that was when the rumble of the wall came, it trembled from the impact of ogres trying to climb up, in the confusion orcs got over the wall, two of them swung at the Prophet Cain, he moved the attacks to the side. However the Volley of arrows came again, striking sure in his side. he Grimaced as he pulled around his trusty Morningstar, that looked like a prickly thorn that would get stuck to your socks. He swung into his attacks, bashing their brains in, his Morningstar dripping with the fresh orc blood.
Then the horn was blown for retreat, the Prophet would hurry as fast as he could from the boosted speed given to retreat and give up the wall... for now.*
