The squad that pivoted from the outer face engaged the Greyback on the parapet at close range, closer than they were ever comfortable with. That constraint forced them to fire upward into the exposed chest where the plating ended.
"Too close- too fucking close-"
"Chest! Under the chest, aim up!"
The change worked. The creature dropped onto the parapet stones, nearly crushing two men underneath it. Another one wasn't able to move away in time.
"Get him out! Get him out from under it!"
He did not stand again.
Godric's second-in-command was already kneeling beside the fallen man, checking his vitals. Godric himself remained with the rest of the squad at the outer face, maintaining command where it still mattered.
A runner delivered the ammunition count. They would soon need pull reserves up from the citadel arsenal.
"That's all we've got left?"
"Then make 'em count."
