The Grand Shift - Part 2

Vol could hear the curses of the Wall Commander, as he ducked behind the low wall with the rest of his men, as they were subject to an endless storm of arrows. Whatever hopes they might have had of the enemy running out of ammunition were soon dispatched, as they saw the first of many arrow caches get lifted up over the side of the cliff, delivered safely into the hands of the six or seven men that it took to carry them.

"Forrrrrwaaaarddddddd!" The Syndran Commander let loose a rhythmic shout. The three hundred bridge men were firmly his now, locked together, as a single unit. He called out forward, and when he took the first step himself, his shield raised up like the rest of them, they all fell with crisp and unified steps, banging a rhythm into the bridge's metal.