The Paladin’s mind was making rough estimates, calculating from experience how much longer this wall could withstand such an assault. She had never seen such chaotic battle, as more factions seemed to enter the battle with each turn of her head. If she didn’t focus, she might completely overlook somethings. Yet, she was gracious enough when a heavily armed yordle tugged on her dress, she knew from the height it was not hostile- anyone else might’ve lost a hand.
The wee folk, as they used to be called, introduced himself and assigned Hilde a task. Seeing as the men’s spirits were uplifted enough, and their sergeant having found his leadership, Hilde accepted.
“And I am Hilde. Very well, Logan. The beach is no place to fight with sea monsters about to break in.” The rest of the name was myth and legend, like another different person. Action, not reputation was needed, and Hilde heard the cry of her winged ally on the wind. A winged shape dove down from the storm clouds at great speed, and dipped out of her line of sight.
“... I suppose they are the only ones who would come out in this weather.” Hilde remarked, climbing up on the railing and leaping over the wall. A moment later, she rode atop the ally she had called- a Thunder Bird!
In the shape of a giant eagle with silvery feathers, only such magical beasts would brave the maelstrom of such driving rain and deafening battle. Their cries were thunder, and Hilde carried the banner up and over the battlements once, to stir the fighting men, and then raced towards the Shadow Guard to relieve them. Her spear’s collapsible feature made it a fearsome aerial lance, though the Thunder Bird herself had a deafening cry, and talons harder than steel. Diving headfirst into this group of merefolk, Thren and Lobster men, those not impaled by Hilde's spear would feel the Bird's Talons grasping them like hooks, then thrown- perforated- into an unlucky ally.