(ooc: If Clutch fell off the back of that wagon he had better have some sort of brilliant plan... 'cos the Dark Legion are running right behind it. And by now the wagon is going FAST.)

The massive siege-wagon thunders downhill. The spikes on its sides glint in the sun. Indeed, the Spirit Engine is now moving at serious speed, and is still accellerating.

Bolts of multi-coloured magic spew from the front of the wagon, leaving behind glittering and smoking trails, whooshing and whistling as they travel through the air before hitting the front ranks of the Dark Legion. The barrage of projectiles and explosions hits with frightening force. A few of the frontmost Dark Legion are caught in the midst of the assault, and their magic-resistance is insufficient to protect them. Several are consumed by the mystical energies, their bodies blasted apart into cold dust. Those that survive are thrown aside by the power of the companions' combined onslaught.

However, the ranks of the Dark Legion part as the blasts continue, splitting to the left and right so that most of the spells hit nothing but air. Those two vanguards continue their charge.

With the Dark Legion parting ranks, Soul Reaver's eyes go wide at the sight of the massive wall ahead. He realises that at the speed they are going, he will have to start his casting now if he wishes to deal with it before it is too late...

"I'll get us past the wall... you keep your eyes on the Dark Legion!"

Soul Reaver begins to chant some Sorcerous words, his own barrage of spells stopping.

The wagon careens onwards. However, the pursuing Legionnaires have approached close enought to the rear of the wagon to be almost within reach. Three of the frontmost Legionnaires leap forwards, their clawed hands closing on the wooden bar at the back of the wagon. With deadly determination, they begin to pull themselves forwards onto the wagon. Their more distant companions are slowly left behind as the Spirit Engine accelerates past their running speed.

The Dark Legion regiment before the companions now closes its ranks right before the wagon, leaping forwards at the rapidly-moving device. Several hit the steel contraption harshly with painful crunching sounds, and are smashed aside. A few, however, manage to cling to the sides of the wagon and begin to climb onto it or heading towards the front or rear opening.

Soul Reaver continues to concentrate amongst the chaos, while the Spirit Engine heads at suicidal speeds directly at the immense rock wall...