12.

Chaos trembles through the veins of Vatala, it's heart gushes panic and despair. Defenders cannot stop the giants demolishing all in their path like a wildfire, consuming what falls in its blaze. A butchery from which all try flee, each running only for themselves. The western tower bell outcries for help. The city shakes as spears, swords and amour march to its aid halting in a disciplined, condemning formation.

The pack laughs at the threat, watching the sky fall red. The city's western forces all gather outside the clock placed by strategic advantages. The Titans stand proud before swordsmen, spearmen and archers like wolves surrounded by sheep. The sun falls under the moon's mighty presence. Reflections of white gaze through the dark, scolding and vicious.

"Throw down your shields and kneel, last chance or by God we will strike you down!"

Commander Victor demands atop his steel dressed steed.

The outsiders laugh and begin to hit the ground in rhythm using their shields as drums.