The attack came upon them suddenly and without warning.
Shadows blocked the sun's light high above the city of Farreach and fire from multiple mouths rained down on the stone buildings. Men and women burned as they tried to run. Structures that were supposed to stand against the worst weather the world created fell without much effort.
The guards of the town were called into action by the horns and bells that rang throughout the town. Men and women wearing the gold and red emblem of Valia ran up and down the walls preparing the ballista and magic cannons.
Yet, for the eastern wall, it was too late.
As soon as they got into their positions, fire crashed against the enhanced wall and burned anyone under it to a crisp. None of them had a chance to alter their fate and any who miraculously survived would not be able to fight again.
Their sacrifice, though, gave the other three walls of Farreach time to turn their massive siege weapons around toward the shadows and open fire. Massive arrows as thick as two men's wrists and even wider blasts of arcane energy shot up toward the shadows at a speed that was hard to track. The barrage slammed into the shadows and a couple fell. Which gave the soldiers the sight of even more shadows above them.
Finally, someone, either too scared or too battle-fueled, yelled out, "Dragons!"
Except for the sound of siege weapons firing, the walls went silent. Dragons were the most dangerous and lethal creatures one could fight against. Scales thick enough to deflect most footmen's weapons, breath as hot as the sun and claws and fangs the size of humans. Very few people survive fighting these beasts.
And now dozens of them descended upon Farreach.
"Keep alert you idiots!" Yelled the wall commander of the west wall, "No matter the enemy, we must keep them from the capital! Fight!"
To enforce his words, he walked up to each soldier still gawking at the dragons a swift but harmless strike to the pauldron with his baton.
"Do not let the legends of these animals cower you to uselessness! Fight!"
As if fueled by the man's words and baton, the men started working faster to keep the siege weapons pumping out round after round. With each volley, dragons fell from the sky with roars of pain. But with each one that fell it seemed like three more appeared from behind them.
They wheeled down and started burning the walls methodically. First, the northern wall fell under fire and the corpses of dragons that died from desperate last minute volley rounds. They then moved on to the western wall, taking the lives of a hundred soldiers as easy as a store owner checks off their list of supplies.
Without hesitation, and ignoring the rounds that still crashed into them, they moved on to the last wall. The soldiers did not have any hope of survival and so they continued to blast round after round into the dragon's ranks until their dying breath.
With that done, the dragons then descended onto the town itself and started creating havoc. The walls lasted all of ten minutes which was hardly enough time for people to retreat. A few did, and were ignored as the creatures went for the better source of food. They landed on the buildings that still stood upright and burned and chomped at their leisure.
The town survived for only fifteen minutes.
When the beasts were done with their meal, they launched themselves into the air again and soared west toward their next destination:
The Capital of Valia.