Endurance B5C14

It was technically the second siege I had been a part of, and yet this felt very different to Mistral, larger both in the scale of the fortifications and the army of Grimm attacking us. Magnis' walls were giant, requiring either ladders or siege towers to scale, and there were far more of them winding off to the left and right, wrapping around the houses with an inner-wall surrounding the keep itself. We were all of us spread out and I'd not seen a familiar face for a good hour or two. I did hear their voices occasionally, and since none were raised in screams of agony or grief, had to assume everyone was okay.

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Though the Grimm had neither siege towers nor ladders and couldn't have hoped to scale the sheer walls, they had their own methods, and it was both simply brutal and foolish at the same time. The first waves of Grimm had hit the wall and started to attack it – not that their claws could do anything. The second and third had been the same, piling up at the base uselessly and doing more damage to themselves than to us.

But they had formed a foundation. As more tried to push in against the walls, they inevitably stood on the shoulders and bodies of their fellows, cutting a little higher, and this continued on and on until the Grimm had somehow formed a ramp of their own bodies, each fighting to clamber over the other until they'd actually reached the top of the walls.

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That was my task, to run along the walls and offer my aid everywhere, as opposed to hunkering down and fortifying one spot. While I wasn't used to such mobile fighting, at least not as much as Ruby, Blake or Ren were, I could see the value. We didn't need to hold one spot indefinitely, but rather to hold everywhere for long enough for reinforcements to arrive.

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Ren caught me fifteen minutes of Grimm-killing later. The Monk had a bruise on the side of his face and favoured his left leg a little more than the right, but other than that seemed unharmed. "Weiss is out."

My heart stilled. "She fell!?"

"No, she's out of energy. You know she can't fight well in melee. She was stuck using her spells and those drained her. She's pulled back to the keep to catch her breath."

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Ren caught me fifteen minutes of Grimm-killing later.

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A messenger caught me not twenty minutes later, basically to pass on what I already knew about the evacuation.

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"I don't have the reserves Nora and Yang do, so I'm catching some rest. I'll be going back out there soon, however. As will Pyrrha, I imagine."

And the only ones who wouldn't be, who couldn't, were Blake, Ruby and myself – along with Weiss, but she'd probably recovered enough of her reserves to join in for now.