Alistair and Nigel looked around, hearing Mike and Tanya exit the room below. "Alright Nigel, I have a bad feeling about..." Alistair said, looking around. Nigel bumped him with his shoulder, knocking his goggles askew, and pointed toward a door. "Calm down Nigel, geeze." Alistair said, sliding his brass night vision goggles back up on his head. They headed toward said door, drawing their weapons from their holsters. Alistair cocked the charging handle on his rifle, powering it up. As they exited the room carefully, a shape rushed past, nearly bumping into them. "What the-" Nigel started, moving back as Alistair tried to see what had passed them. The shape turned a corner and disappeared. "Come on Nigel, we've got a blur to follow." They pursued the blur around the corner running into a small cadre of werewolves. They were facing away from the duo, manning a number of cannons, returning fire at the French. Alistair and Nigel turned back around the corner, breathing shallowly after their narrow escape.<br/><br/>They  both heard the noises of war down below, and looked out of  a nearby window. The many ships outside inched closer, halting before the shallows. As Alistair and Nigel looked on, the French fleet fired another salvo at the castle. "Get down!!" Alistair shouted, knocking Nigel away as several of the cannonballs targeted the defenses near the team. The rounds slammed into the castle, utterly shattering the wall, turning the werewolves into red smears. The roof rained down, floor after floor collapsing upon themselves. Nigel grasped the edge of the floor, pulling himself off after Alistair nearly pushed him out of a hole in the wall. He looked up, still hanging partway out of the building. "Blimey..." he said aloud as he noticed the massive wall of debris coving where he had been standing. He pulled himself up and looked around, not seeing Alistair. "Alistair? Where are you?" he waited for a reply. When none came, he panicked and started trying to dig through the wreckage. "Alistair! Alistair!" he yelled as loud as he could. He continued digging, not noticing the cracks spreading like a spiderweb through the floor. With a loud crack, the floor collapsed, sending Nigel and the debris down to the bottom floor.<br/><br/>In a daze, Nigel looked around. He saw bleary blue figures rushing around him. He carefully lifted his head, feeling a trickle of blood running down his head. He got up after the blue disappeared, and looked toward the half of the fallen castle. He shook his head, trying to focus, slowly coming to. As his vision cleared, he saw a small pool of red liquid slowly seeming out from between the rubble. He refused to acknowledge that it was blood as he stumbled slowly away.<br/><br/>Nigel arrived at the edge of the island, seeing both of the rowboats still there. He tripped stepping into one of the boats, falling into it and breathing heavily. He pulled himself up, and slowly started to row, tossing his goggles, armor and weapon off. He noticed his rifle was missing, and was surprised that he even had his hat still, which he promptly tossed overboard.<span style="font-style: italic">This was buggered from the start...</span>he thought, rowing back to the main island.