Kingdom of Ash

No bullshit, no room for argument. The
face of the Lion.
Aedion just shook his head.
Gavriel’s golden shield buckled under the
onslaught of the Valg still teeming beyond it.
“We have to get the gate shut again,”
Aedion said, pointing to the two cleaved but
intact doors pushed against the walls. Access
to them blocked by the Morath grunts still
trying to break past Gavriel’s shield. “Or
they’ll overrun the city before our forces can
regroup.” Getting behind the walls would
make no difference if the western gate was
wide open.
His father followed his line of sight.
Looked upon the soldiers trying to get past his
defenses, their flow forced to a trickle by the
wyvern he’d so carefully downed before them.
“Then we shall shut them,” Gavriel said,
and smiled grimly. “Together.”