Darced nodded to his servant, "We must hold off the traitors until the time is right." He turns towards the Banshee Queen and repels her and some of the Forsaken with a burst of energy. They are knocked back and the lich motions for his few remaining minions to rally. "I give you my remaining soldiers Ian, destroy the incoming catapults and hold off the Forsaken. I will deal with the Banshee Queen; be swift and true, for the Scourge rule today!"
Just then, rebel catapults mount on the hills above them and squadrons of elite Forsaken troopers guard them, awaiting the assault. "Hold your ground Forsaken! Fordring must be freed!" The plague barrels fly towards the void tank and Darced casts a barrier to block them, "Hurry my friends!"
Many of the crusaders had made their way back into the hold and Tyr's Hand was being filled to the brim. Argents began to fortify the fortress and line the walls awaiting the Scourge siege. "On the wall! Scourge approach!" Undead Nerubians swoop down onto the archers and thrust some of them into the courtyard. More Nerubians come from the ground and begin attacking the wounded.
"Lord Causis! We need help, Nerubians come from below!" Aldean and Causis turn as the crusader yells for help. Aldean returns his gaze to Causis, "I believe you, but I hope you're sure about staying father." The paladin nods, "Indeed, the crusade will fight on and I hope to see the end." The two Greys jump down into the courtyard and engage the undead Nerubians, "Protect the wounded! We are under attack!" The horns sound from within the cathedral signalling for everyone to get inside.
Darced turns toward the sound, "Well, the fortress will fall soon. What will you do now Banshee Queen?" Sylvanas stares at the lich, intent on putting an arrow between his eyes. "Improvise."