The batteries managed to take down a few of the onrushing Squids. Far too few.
The remaining vessels slammed into the walls, creating a moment of expectation before rending the world apart.
Stone, wood, iron, and steel shatter into the skies and city. Great crevasses force themselves along the wall, taking men, weapons, and structure with them. The four heading for the gates become three, then two, then one on the approach. But it only takes one. The structure is blown inwards, thrown into the city. The walls gape wide, gleefully exhibiting the city to the invaders.
The gun batteries wipe ships from the sky, sending them crashing into the ground, but still more come. The begin to divide between the holes in the wall, the obliterated gates, and top of the wall, Galleons soaking up fire meant for the transports, and raining fire and flame on the defenders within.
Plasma is nearly thrown from the wall under the impact. The Commander's orders whip over the Comms. He swallows and chambers a round into his rifle. He doubted the crippled walls could turn them back. There was one section still firing, launching round after round into the struggling transports.
The Commander is teaching them to avoid that side of the wall...heh
The corners of his lips twitch.
Time to earn my stripes, I think.
He watches a transport drift towards his section of wall, flanked by two Goldfish. The Hawacha's spark, and he throws himself behind the battlements. The top of the wall is ripped apart and the transport rushes into the vacuum. He braces his rifle on a nearby displaced chunk of wall as other defenders gather around him.
Plasma
"Alright men! Commanders orders: They go no further!"