Mary
Now that the men under his command were placed within their proper formations, Fenier moved back several meters to get a good view over the battlefield, placing himself upon a slight hill near the rear. This gave him a good vantage point, able to easily view as his infantry held back the horde while his spearmen and halberdiers launched their polearms through the slits of the infantries shields to swat away their enemy as if they were nothing more than gnats raving over honey. A fact that made Fenier feel two things, pride... And confusion.

While the warriors within the band were exceptionally well trained and properly equipped, they wouldn't be putting down other trained soldiers at such an efficient rate. These men fought like wild animals, throwing their bodies into his formations head on with little regard for their own safety as they tried to tear him men apart with teeth and nails. This couldn't be it... There was no chance. The way their target had been explained to him was almost as if the man was a natural disaster sending forth a tsunami of calamity wherever he went. This wasn't even low tide.

Fenier was pulled from his thoughts and observations when he heard someone yell for him. Well, technically they yelled "Tall Man" But he was the tallest one there, so it was reasonable to assume the person wanted his attention. As Fenier turned to see what the man wanted, he cocked his brow. It was one of the other volunteers he had spotted earlier, the young boy! He barely had time to register to the little man's question before he decided to sprint away to the fortress without Fenier's answer.

Yes, he could climb, fairly well too for a man of his size. But he would not be able to assist his ally, unfortunately. His army was one that could command itself, though he never left them unless the situation was dire. He would stand by their side until his last tooth was smashed from his mouth, refusing to let them fight without the moral and physical support of their Ge

Neral. 

After a moment, Fenier returned his attention back to his men who were now dispatching off the final threats. As far as he could tell, only three infantrymen had received injuries and were quickly being taken care of by their unit of medical specialists. An excellent performance as expected, one worthy of praise despite the ease of their enemy. 

But... The ease of the enemy and their lacking of utilizing their given advantages still confused him. A great castle capable of holding back invaders for weeks if not months was completely abandoned within the first confrontation. They sent their entire force out at once clumped into a horde with little cohesion. And they fought like dogs wearing the flesh of men. It just didn't make any sense, there was no thought behind their actions. 

"...Finish off and disengage! Separate and divide into square formations!" Fenier roared out, commanding his men to finish off what remained of the enemy than to pull themselves from the front lines to regroup.
Argelia
The monsters, one by one, fell to the numerous adventures which were united together in defense and survival. Their numbers whittled down, yet their violence never toned down, all of them were blind to their slowly losing situation. Or perhaps they simply didn't care, after all, these didn't seem like individuals who could think.

They were a horde.

The castle itself hardly showed any magical stains... But did show something rather odd. What stood out is the castle is precisely what it looked like, an empty, open space that had nobody inside. However, the fortification seemed to be a tad crudely built, its architecture rather unplanned and disorganized. Sharp eyes will discover this upon seeing the cobbled-together "Design" Of the walls, and the fact that stood out better than anything else. It was *Not* An Yronian-style castle. 

"With me, charge!"

Lord Amidawa led the counter attack, rallying the entire force to charge back. And indeed, in their new burst of courage, they pushed the monsters back into the castle gates.
Stephen
*Valac's investigation upon the architecture wasn't really useful, and decided to look around further, trying to find anything worth noting rather than the just made built castle... Though he soon stopped before questioning... The age of the castle. How long did it take to build. If it was under a day, that would be extremely alarming. He soon approached the castle, trying to find the entrance. He was slow and meticulous, his blade in his hand. He had to obtain as much information as possible, he needed to see what lied within. 

It didn't matter if his life was in danger, as long as he had opportunities to escape, and return to Noctis in order to relay information, that's what mattered. It proved important. Otherwise, if the horde of possessed humans had something up their sleeve, the general's army would fall. He seemed quite keen on ensuring that they maintain as many troops as possible. Having enough resources to deal with what lied within, unless they had to hold the fortress after capture. He speculated... That the whole point maybe to draw the army into the fortress before overwhelming on all sides. He believe that was the possibility of the current situation. The fact that the fortress wasn't made of Yronis architecture made him very wary. Noctis's words of this maybe a trap could be true. Not what was within the fortress, rather the fact it was crudely built indicated that this was meant to draw them here. After a few moments of further investigation, he decided to begin his return toward his comrade. He needed to relay this information quickly, and assumed the possibility of it being a tactical trap. A small group that would lead in as bait, before overwhelming force from the outside. 

It would be a bit hopeless if they were surrounded by many enemies, and those of power as well. He had to cease this attack all costs and instead draw them out of the fortress rather than running in and capturing. It would be a mistake is what he assumed.*
Kevin
"Something isn't right. The mercenary can see that." Noctis muttered, watching as Fenier pulled his man back into formation. Lord Omidawa however was still pushing, pushing into the castle. 

If this Indaki was a threat would he really go through all this trouble just to get his pawns killed? A true commander sacrificed their pawns to achieve a goal, always a goal. What was the... The castle was shoddy built and strange. 

Was the *Castle* The trap? What if when they charged in it collapsed or exploded. 

Knowing pulling all those men out would be hard, he instead enhanced his speed and dashed into the strange and mostly empty castle- and tried to find a way **Down**, to look for magic runes or something dangerous like this gunpowder he'd heard of. It would be a devious and clever plan to get all of the men to push into the castle only for it to crumble or explode or... Or somehow be a trap to turn everyone inside into *Pawns*. 

Increasing his speed he blitzed around trying to find what might be the source of the trap- slaps casting a glance into the sky for anything flying above unseen.