Brutus was very busy in the heat of everything. He was in the mindset that maybe they could set a chokehold somewhere, make things easier for the guards, possibly ward these people off. But he was beginning to realize that they brought a lot more men than was needed to take down this city. He wondered why that was. A few moments and ideas went through his head, maybe they were meant to attack something else? The dragon?<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe even a different city?</span>He didn't have much time to reflect on the thoughts, as men began surrounding him, more and more. He hadn't seen it, but he knew the must have started making smaller holes in different places in the wall. Unless a miracle happened, this town was lost, this battle was hopeless. The numbers would eventually take the two of them down, and he didn't intend to die that day.<br/><br/>With his sword now in his hand, he began finding himself surrounded, thankfully he was more on guard than he was last time. He was able to parry attacks, not seamlessly, but he managed. He found himself butting several enemies on the head with the butt of the handle of his blade instead of slashing or stabbing, it was a faster method. While so many blades were around him, time was the most important thing, and it was a blessing that he had instincts capable of combat like this. Though with each passing second it was becoming more and more clear that this was a losing battle. One of his hands raised, the snow around him spun like a vortex, only every low on the ground, turning to shards of ice as it spun, it left many soldiers without the use of their legs as chunks of ice cut through them. It was cruel, but he didn't have a choice.<br/><br/>He heard the sounds of lightning, thankfully not as though it was making contact with the ground, but he could hear the current in the distance, he could see her destructive magic zapping and later burning all kinds of people. He took care to note to not enrage her any time soon. She started attacking with a sword, she had much more skill than she would have guessed at first. But he didn't have time to think of it. Wounded bodies were all around him, the sound of yells, screams, cries of pain, and war rang in his ears as he looked around the city. The walls were beginning to get more holes in them, the gates were broken though, and this city was going to hell. The army just never ended. There were far too many of them for this to make sense. As well as they were doing, the numbers were going to overwhelm them. And soon.<br/><br/>He could see her, taking on after another out, cutting throat after limb from victims. But they were beginning to surround her, and there wasn't much time left. While he still had time, he rushed over to her. There was a man coming at her from behind, whether or not she had it under control, he stabbed the guy in the back before rushing beside her. "Close your eyes!" Was all he was able to demand is a whisper, before he closed his own eyes and dust and fog surrounded all of them. He opened his eyes and could hardly see in front of him. He grabbed Elair's hand, and yanked her in his direction. "We have to go. We're going to be corpses if we stay. Just trust me!" He said, attempting to yank her with him.<br/><br/>She knew the city best. But somehow he had a feeling that there was going to be exits out in every direction now.