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Look, look to the sky, to the ground. To the very buildings that towered over your walls. 

The lack of people that they held, nor their sturdiness, it mattered not what they were. Only that they were above the barrier. 

BANG-NG

An explosion, a mainstay of the town at the moment. A target too obvious and tempting for those that looked to gloss over. They need us, they need whatever comes under are walls.

Over the rolling hills, over our defenses and watchful vigils came vehicles and ordinances. Heavy artillery and bombs alike. They strike. And strike and strike and strike. There are shrieks, little screams as people find themselves watching explosions rack the wall.

Then there are more. Heavy ordinance that strikes above