Those that lingered at the wall were left behind. Brave or foolish, those who could not learn simple obedience at a time like this deserved their fate, and so once he’d pulled out the bulk of his forces he left the rest to fate. “Keep going! Get out of the line of fire!” he shouted at his retreating troops. Thane wasn’t sure of the range of the ballista, so he was pulling back as far as he dared in order to avoid another spectacle like the one he just witnessed. He would build a shrine to the sacrifice of these men, preferably with the hands of those who took their lives after they had been captured and enslaved. Once he was far enough back he sent out a runner to his squad of zealots to bring them to him. The next attack would not be such a disorganized failure and he would have need of them.<br/><br/>One of his bodyguards tapped him on the shoulder and then pointed at movement up on the wall. There was cheering at having pushed the faithful back and that caused Thane to sneer. “They will not have much to cheer for long.” he swore to himself as his eyes found what his bodyguard had pointed at. An officer of some kind, their armor in distinct from the rank and file, was carrying the jubilation with her as she moved from the tower towards the gate. “Keep an eye on that one.” he said to his bodyguards. He then turned and started to reorder those forces that he had managed to save, distributing ladders and men to hold him as evenly as he could.