Krah had better things to do than to baby sit a white lily. Attractive or not, he was a being sculpted for war, and he was thriving in such bloodied chaos. So while she was left to her own devices, he stormed past the fighting troops, cutting down any that stood in his way before pulling his horse around the canons.
"You, manning the gun powder, get it on a cart and get it on there now. The enemy is coming from the other side of the bridge..."
And as he pointed it out, the man inquired, "But sir, are you implying-"
"Yes," Krah cut off his words, a cold grin on his face. "We're blowing up the bridge. NOW HURRY!" he barked. The men all scrambled, working quick to get the black powder barrels onto the cart. It was a dangerous feet, but thankfully the opposing forces didn't have much in the form of firearms themselves. Once it was ready, Krah wasted no time in giving the signal as he boomed, "FOLLOW MY LEAD! TO THE BRIDGE!"