The girl gasped. "It's an attack!" shouted a guard.
"Let her in quickly!" said the head guard and pressed the button.
With a deep 'zzzzzttt' the field was opened. The girl rushed inside with the faelan in tow, the mount whickering nervously.
"Go on girl, get inside that shelter," pointed a guard, at a low hive shaped structure as the field 'brrrrrd' back up again.
The explosions ceased suddenly and there was a tense silence, punctuated only by the sound of the pouring rain.
Then through the rain came the sound of the thunder of hooves, many hooves this time.
"Riders!" said a guard, as they crouched, gripping their weapons tensely. "Man the catapults" shouted the guard commander, and the ponderous weapons swung up on their pinions, their gunners peering through the driving rain.
Then through the darkness came a rider on a large dark mount. He was large, attired entirely in black armour, his face covered with a black mask bearing the semblance of a skull. A black cape swirled behind him, enshrouding him in an aura of menacing evil. He walked his horse confidently towards the barrier and paused, the mount moving restlessly and tossing its mane. He leant down, "The girl" he said, "We want the girl".
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