Not only was Rommel distressed, but Prince Kahn was also racking his brains. After counting the number of enemy siege catapults, His Highness gritted his teeth for a long while before ultimately cursing indistinctly in frustration.
The might of siege catapults is universally known, fierce enough to turn even an Orephin with stone-hard skin into a crushed skull if hit by a hurled boulder. Atop the ancient city ruins' walls—without even a parapet—and with the inner city a plain of loose sand, the defensibility was truly lamentable. If they fought openly, wouldn't it be an overestimation of their own strength?
