Thane saw the chaos, the blood and the dying. It made a strange kind of sense, really. He had never been to war before the earthquake and never been on a siege before today. He had only seen the success of the fanatical mob as they swallowed up the enemy army on the field. Their number and motivation far outclassing their opponents, who despite their fancy armor and polished weapons could only flee or die in the face of the tide that rushed down on him. But the high stone walls were not a pack of weak Plutocrat’s puppets, and the screams of the righteous would not cause them to crumble.<br/><br/>Thane held up a fist, causing the men he was leading to come to a halt behind him. “Stay here and await my signal, this requires sorting.” he said and then pointed at two of his men. “You two, come with me. Keep your eyes on the battlements and watch for arrows. And try and see who commands them.” he ordered, and the led his bodyguards into the fray.<br/><br/>He shouted at the mob as he walked forward, trying to get some discipline into the proceedings. Men near ladders were ordered to stop climbing and assist their brothers up. Pileups were shouted to stop advancing and Thane did all he could to stop the crush and avoid doing the enemy’s job for them. When a man too wounded to live was come across, Thane raised his knife and gave him into Kolyat’s mercy. And insubordinate commander met the same fate very publicly. Thane was taking control of this charge, and no was not an answer he was going to accept.