[PQ+] hold the line

And I came to, walking on the train tracks
How did I get here? And how do I get back?

Cleaning the wall was hard work, but Alys did not envy the workers clearing the weapons out of the snow. Their fingers must be freezing, even with the protections over the Citadel. Alys herself was fairly warm, between the Citadel protections and the magical protection from the Arcane Academy, and that in and of itself made cleaning the wall easier than it might have been otherwise.

The young woman smiled at Deimos's praise, proud of herself and her helper for having cleaned the wall so thoroughly that it practically shone. Indeed, this section of the wall put the others to shame, and she almost wished there was time to clean all of it so that it matched. That aside, though, there were other tasks to be completed.

Alys had never experienced weapons such as trebuchets and ballistas, and so it was with a fair amount of trepidation that she approached one such weapon: a trebuchet that had previously been covered in snow. With her helper's assistance, she was able to load the trebuchet and set it to fire - though whether it would or not was a different story entirely. Still, she gave it her best effort and waited to see if it would work or not.

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Alys tries to fire a trebuchet.

I've been up all night, let's stay awake
Push it further, you know I'll never break

Alys