There was that wail again, accompanied by a short snort before another slam hit the gate. That proved to be the final straw as the wooden gate broke way, crashing to the ground. Dust flew up, blocking Gilda’s view, but nevertheless, she readied her crossbow, pulling the rod to notch it, and locked a bolt in place. Aiming towards the gate, she noticed that she was not alone; the Wind Knights and the Marines had the same idea, training their weapons towards the breach in their defenses. 