The Siege of Feathered Serpent City, the King's War

"Thump, thump. Thump!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, the attacking war drums slowed slightly, and the vast battle formation immediately began to move. The second group of two thousand Royal Archer Warriors quickly advanced, pressing close beneath the city walls and continuing to suppress the defenders on the battlements.

Outside the city wall, which was covered with corpses, the first group of Royal Warriors heard the drumbeat, loosed their last Feathered Arrows, and shot down the Militia on the battlements. After several quarters of slaughter, they had emptied two bags of Feathered Arrows, and their strength was drained for the moment. Now, carrying the dozens of fallen archer-warrior bodies with them, they withdrew from beneath the wall in good order.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

The rhythm of the war drums changed noticeably, growing fierce once more. Two thousand City-State Warriors obeyed the order and marched out, rushing toward the western and northern walls. The first group of City-State Warriors atop the battlements had suffered heavy casualties, yet they still could not break the situation open, barely managing to gain a foothold on the wall. The corpses of both sides fell from the battlements like rain, then tangled and piled atop one another, even their blood joining into small pools.

Seeing the second group of City-State Warriors arrive, the first group let out a breath of relief and finally stopped holding on. They covered one another in turns and withdrew from the battlements one after another, abandoning the breach they had already opened. The warriors of the various states all belonged to different legions; they had no obligation to bleed for another city-state's attack.

"Praise the God of the Hunt! Uh—"

Seeing several hundred surviving Mexica Warriors retreat from the battlements, the Tlaxcalan defenders had only just begun to cheer