The bodies collected flies while Tojo strolled through the dead, reflecting on the battle he had just won. The victory was deadly for both sides, but God's grace shined upon the FCC this battle. A large crater with bodies and parts strewn around it lay before him, he remembered the sound of the men's screams as they were ripped apart by their own siege machine. Turning away from the horrid sight before him, Tojo looked out to the south where the next wave of Occitan were preparing for another strike on the village. He could only pray reinforcements would arrive in time...