"Audentes Fortuna Fucking Iuvat."

The young Lord complained as he slumped against the stone battlements behind him. The siege had been going on for nearly a month now and the morale of him and the others was fading fast. Lifting the visor of his helmet, the true exhaustion on his face was clear.

The current onslaught of Sigismund's forces had passed and the second attack would soon follow, they would not relent. Hans reached for the flask of water he had been saving, gulping down the liquid and sighing as the sound of horns and jeering could be heard below.

"I should have just stayed in Rattay. . ."

He groaned, glancing up at you and the offered hand you were giving him. A deep breath was taken before he took it and rose to his feet, lifting up his crossbow, his jaw clenching as he regained another wind of determination.

"To the task."