Kevin
Noct chewed his lip as the red eyed man spoke, his presence there was eerie, foreboding. He was a harbinger, nothing more, and that meant... As the gates of the castle crashed open, Noctis thumbed out a nail from the pouch on his hip. Simple carpentry nails he'd purchased while traveling, he'd carved grooves into the thirty or so he purchased and was interested in trying out the technique he'd been developing. He kept Valac in his vision but did not betray his location yet- Noctis had fought in many battles in a war that had shook the earth. He was strong, yes, but he didn't live this long by leading charges and screaming for glory. He lived because he was strong and *Smart*. 

Indaki controlled minds, he had puppets and used them for battle. He would not be leading the charge and that certainly wasn't him on top of the castle- no, Indaki would likely be in the center of the castle *Or*, he was somewhere in the surrounding woods. That was if he was near by at all, it was entirely possible that his magic had an indefinite range, scary as that was, and he was far far away. However, these people were mind controlled, so if he could get to Indaki then he could possibly stop the fighting and save a lot of lives. This was the kind of thinking the came from years upon years of experience. Scipio had been an incredible leader. 

Jumping from tree to tree, wrapped in his camouflage and his heightened state, he moved as close as he could to the castle walls. If any stragglers got too close to Fenier, Saurek or Valac- Noctis would protect them by firing off one of the makeshift screws. The process of firing them was rather simple if requiring a fair bit of finesse. He simply formed his fingers as if he were going to flick, middle and thumb together, then raised his pointer and ring fingers up and used them as "Sights" To line up his shot. Then he wrapped the screw in flows of air and caused it rapidly spin, giving it an insane amount of rotation- then finally he transferred s

Trength from his legs to put into just his flicking finger and flick the screw. 

These deadly projectiles would have incredible penetrating power and could very well be lethal if they hit a vital area such as the head or heart. So acting as a ranged support, he scouted out the castle seeking a way in to try and cut the head off the snake.
Mary
As the gates to the great fortress opened to reveal a horde of possessed men and women, screaming for blood and carnage... Fenier's face contorted into a display of visible confusion. Why were they already abandoning their defenses? A proper fort of solid construction could completely change the outcome of a battle, or even sometimes... An entire war. You needed to defend from the interior though, the walls offering no reinforcement from the outside. There have been stories where armies only dozens strong have held out against hundreds with the help of well-made fortifications. 

Regardless, there was still a battle to be fought. No matter how foolish the enemy may seem, they were still the enemy, a threat to all on the battlefield. Fenier his sword into the air and roared off an order to his men. "Infantry to the front! Line formations! Spearmen, support the infantry from the rear! Form a shield wall!" He commanded, two units of his army quickly reforming themselves into a proper shield wall reinforced by a sea of sharpened steel spears. This allowed them to properly protect themselves from just about any forward-facing attack while also giving them the ability to open up and unleash a wave of steel.

Fenier needed to command the remainder of his men into suitable formations, but the chaos of the battlefield made it difficult for his voice to carry. Now was the optimal point to use his Generals Call, a passive ability which allows all of his allies to clearly hear his voice no matter the situation. "Halberdiers, reinforce the sides! Kill any man to pass our shields. Greatswordsman, reinforce our rear, let no man lay a finger upon your brothers!" His voice thundered out.

Now all that remained were the mages, musketeers, and cavalry. The mages and cavalry had no use at the moment, but Fenier had already figured out a way to get some use out of his musketeers. He turned his attention to the man who had screamed at them from the top of the walls, his eyes narrowing to

Focus on him. The had to be of some importance to this battle, whether it be the man they were hunting down or not it did not matter. He was their prime target, the first man Fenier could even point to as a potential commander or something of the sort.

"Musketeers, set your sights on the wall. Aim and fire! Spew lead on the man mounting the top!" Fenier commanded, his ability keeping his words to only his men, explaining absolutely nothing to the enemy. After just a few seconds of giving out the command fire upon the wall, his men raised their muskets, ligned up their sights, and pulled the trigger. A roar mimicking that of a dragon could be heard as dozens of walnut sized lead projectiles went flying towards their target. Forming an inescapable wall of death.

The musketeers were not within the primary formation, instead placed several hundred feet back, hiding among the tree's and bushes for good concealment. Any ranged attacks returned from the enemy that was aimed at the musketeers would have a difficult time finding its mark.
Stephen
*With the castle gates opening, a fortress of many men and women, the radiance of something wicked. It didn't bother him, yet he felt somewhat similar to them. Not the same, but familiarity. Though they were not of family, the wickedness gave off some sense of connection. Hearing their screams of moral, Valac grinned widely, covering his lips. His eagerness to snuff out their hope was growing. 

He began his slow walk through the throng, analyzing, and viewing the field before him. Trees littering the sides, nearby the fortress gate. He looked at the walls, then back at the field. He had an idea, since this was an army versus army, with a chaotic battle to ensue, he knew that sandwiching the offensive force from behind would prove a useful advantage. Fighting's against two fronts would prove challenging, even if he was the only one planning to go through with it.* 

"Yo! Tall man!" 

*He was referring to Fenier Markovic, as he grinned a little, as he had an idea to easily overwhelm them.* 

"You good at climbing?" 

*He said before starting to make an extremely quick spring toward the wall. Instead of running head first into the throng of carnage, he was planning to go up the walls. He assumed there may be archers or something to defend up against the walls, but if he was able to get past, he'd obtain an advantage. Allowing the enemy forces to divert themselves into the fortress while facing against the frontier of soldiers, along with other adventures. He readied his sword, planning to implant it into the wall the a great leap. All in order to efficiently get up the wall, his eyes remained extremely attentive to the wall. 

He knew it wouldn't be just be merely unguarded. He had to make it up quick, while the chaos ensued. It was possibly the only time he can make it through the chaos, as the defenders, he assumed, would have their direct attention toward the throng, rather than one... Small being, running toward a wall.*

*He pulled out his blade holding it in his right hand, similarly to a dagger, in order to use as a sort of pike in order to dig into the wall. Though, he had expectations of something awaiting him, and was all too prepared to make a blunder. His mind was branching out different ways to move, what direction to take for each scenario. It would be farsighted, but not all was able to reach with his lacking capabilities.*