Snake watched the ranks marching toward the wall as the rain started. He knew it would be an advantage to the foul things they would fight. They were born of mud and muck. The screams started. The scare tactics. Snake knew them well and held fast with a notched arrow. The growls turned feral and the charge came. Snake waited. He steeled himself against the hell that was coming. Elves stood beside him when he let loose. Arrows flew through the night. There was no need to aim as the mass was so thick with Urukai that a blind man could hit them.

The ladders were coming to the front and Snake called to his fellow. "Ladders! Take down the ladders."

Snake started aiming for those carrying the ladders but there were too many. He tossed the bow away and drew his blade. Snake moved along the archers to a ladder head and jumped up on the wall blade in the air. It was a move of defiance. As he hacked through the Urukai that made for the wall. He was in the midst of a stampede of the foul smelling bastards. Nothing stopped him and he screamed as they did caught up in the fury of battle. He was seasoned for war on the blades of the devils that were before him.

The explosion caught him off guard hurling him into the air. It was his way to catch himself and he rolled up as he hit the ground. Snake came up dazed but he saw the breech gapping in the Deeping Wall. Snake ran for the mass coming as he saw the dwarf jump into the mass. Battle fury burned hot as Snake cut into the mass of stinking flesh.

Snake was in the thick of it when he saw another warrior. They were clad in lavish armor but the horse pattern he caught a glimpse of told him that they were of Rohan. He pushed his way through the wall of enemies as they moved in to surround the lone fighter. The call was up to retreat but for some reason Snake refused to leave this one behind. There was more to this fight than the need to survive. He has memories of Dale burning after their onslaught had been pushed back. For Snake this was an act of revenge as well as survival.

Only the gods could know how many he slaughtered on his way to the lone Rohan warrior. Numbers were of no value the only thing that mattered was he stood and they fell. The warrior was in such a frenzy that Snake had to dodge one of their blows. It was in that moment he caught the sight of something that changed the gravity of this situation. It wasn't a warrior but a warrioress. Snake was not of the mind that women couldn't fight but his honor still demanded he stand for her.

"We got to go, Baby."

"Never" She screamed over the fray.

Snake shrugged and put his back to the savage woman. If she wanted to stand and fight who was he to argue? He would rather fight than run even when the numbers kept swarming in.

"Angulócë!"

He heard the elf's call and hazarded a look. The swarm was thickening to the point that he knew they wouldn't last much longer. He turned grabbing her arm which she instantly shook off.

"Come on!" He screamed dodging a blow and striking low.

"Go if you must coward. I will fight them alone."

That pissed him off enough that he would have no more of her surly behavior. "Sorry sweetheart."

She glanced at him and Snake threw her over his shoulder. Turning he started trying to make his way to the stairs with the others who were retreating.

"Put me down" She was beating on his back.

"Do us both a favor and watch my back." Snake was having trouble keeping his footing in the slick mud with the squirming woman. He barely made it to the stairs before slipping. He tossed her on the stairs and she immediately moved to go around. Snake cracked her on the ass which won him a look of indignation. He didn't care.

"Get. NOW!" Snake pushed her and finally she ran the stairs, Snake on her heels and hell coming up behind.