The doors are shattered, soldiers storm in— "For the pride of Urik!" the war cries begin. But Chaka's flames are flyin', pink inferno in the air, Bodies burnin', claws flashin', death’s whisper everywhere. Lenny’s roarin’ mad, half-giant’s first swing missed— But the second? Bones shatter like they don’t exist! Bagby, cool as steel, arrow strikes with deadly grace, Blood sprays, and Brackish can’t help but admire his pace. The battle rages, they’re surrounded, hell is in the air— But the warriors stand tall, no sign of despair. With fury, with power, they’re fightin’ to the end, Their time is runnin’ short, who will they defend? Vith’s spirit blade slices, a ghostly bell tolls, Another soul’s wrenched from its mortal hold. “Remember that scroll,” Vith whispers with a hiss, Chaka clicks back, “One chance—what if we miss?” On the barricade, Mongo brings down his hammer, Lightning strikes, the soldier’s just a blood-stained banner. Brackish takes his shot, inspired by Bagby’s fire, But the Urik surge, their hate burnin’ higher. The battle rages, they’re surrounded, hell is in the air— But the warriors stand tall, no sign of despair. With fury, with power, they’re fightin’ to the end, Their time is runnin’ short, who will they defend? Lenny swings wide, three soldiers meet their doom, Mongo’s staff flickers, flesh turns to fumes. Chaka’s flames burn bright, pink death on the rise, But the soldiers keep comin’, hate fillin’ their eyes. Bagby flexes, arrows fly, Brackish stares in lust, The dwarf drops his bow, draws his blade with trust. “I’m surrounded? Good. Got ‘em right where I want,” Bagby’s grin cuts sharper than the blade he flaunts. The javelins fly, the giants bleed, Vith summons water, Lenny’s wounds recede. But now they charge, "Kill the blue lizard, now!" Reckless, they pass, but Vith furrows his brow. Logic settles in, time’s runnin’ thin, The walls are closin’, can they still win? Chaka, Vith—they’re lookin’ for a way, 'Cause they know not everyone’s gettin’ out today. The battle rages, they’re surrounded, hell is in the air— But the warriors stand tall, no sign of despair. With fury, with power, they’re fightin’ to the end, Their time is runnin’ short, who will they defend? Bagby winks as his blade finds its prey, Brackish cowers, lost in lust and dismay. Lenny, Mongo, Chaka—still fightin’ on the line, But Vith knows, they’re runnin’ out of time. The sergeant screams for vengeance, Urik’s hate is real, But in this blood-soaked hall, who’s left to feel? With one last breath, and one last roar, The warriors fight as death pounds on the door. “For the pride of Urik!” the soldiers scream, But the cost of pride? More than they could dream.