Garreth and Tristan followed in Lauralana's wake, leaping from the boat and moving forward to widen the beachhead.  More troops came up to follow, flowing forward to take the soft land and drive the ragged initial skirmishers back.<br/><br/>And while the darkness did not discourage the elf, it did fill the goblinoids with renewed spirit, and even the sudden winds, which foiled the efforts of their archers atop the wall to slow the humans advance, seemed to draw more cheers from them.<br/><br/>But then the wind shifts, drawing to and then away from Lauralana in a mighty jet.  Gore crossed his arms before him, a deep growl of his own power diverting the wind around him.  But the wall itself is not protected, nor are the archers near him, which are sent hurtling back with squeals of dismay before the creaking and groan of wood heralds the slow collapse of the gate.<br/><br/>Gore howls, his brutal voice rising about the sounds of battle and the wind, leaping forward to land on one knee before rising and lifting his gauntleted fist to hurl a darkling bolt of energy back at Lauralana.