As the castle descends upon the Citadel of the Chimera, Playboy is furiously scribbling with his quill in a new tome. You notice that the feathers of Playboy's quill are in the color of the Chimera.
A sigh heard round the citadel is heard as the floating castle comes ever closer. Until, that is, the wyverns fly up and banners drop down from the walls of the Citadel. A sign of morale, and hope. As the rallying cry goes out from the Citadel, banners waving in the wind and dripping the Chimera's colors down the citadel’s stone walls. Playboy had previously instructed the troops to fly the colors of the Chimera and let none of their blood touch the crimson and gold.
The troops, unsure of what that meant exactly, did it anyway. A siege, that's where they are, and they're under a flag that just got dropped by a band of heroes flying towards a floating castle on the backs of mythical creatures.
They had a choice, and they chose to roar as the lion. Rhalous unsheathes his sword and raises it in a battle-cry, descending down onto the first ogre. The thunderous bellowing muted the sound of Rhalous' plate boots dropping down on the floor of the flying castle.
Yung, the odd and unseen and wise and present, danced from the back of his wyvern in descent and Liu Kang kicked an Ogre defending a parapet in the face.
The lion's talons now grip the walls.
Ironleaf grins and stands up on the back of the wyvern. He begins running along its back, leaping into the air off of the beast's snout. His form begins to shimmer and blur emerging in the form of a medium red dragon wyrmling.
Sword gleaming in the sunlight, Rhalous advanced upon the closest ogre -- the Battlemaster positioned himself in the middle of the first tower, preparing for his assault.
Meanwhile, back at the Citadel, the well-trained but green heavy infantry cleaved the cultist light infantry as their shields deflected missile fire from above, while Playboy's archers unleashed their own volley darkening the sky with piercing death.